#granted it was near the baby changing area not ON THE WALL

[lyekisses]

i really think somebody or something put a curse on me

#like….there was another tiny piece of poop on the ground today #granted it was near the baby changing area not ON THE WALL #but still #is this my karma #for my thot crimes….for ****** * ***** #it must be!

[jarofstyles]

Waterfalls

A/N: We had so much fun writing the last one that we decided to do another one 👉🏼👈🏼This is another prompt from @majorharry​​’s 20k fic celebration! (congrats again cass, we lysm) we used prompt 40 “Cover up, please.” a nice little smutty possessive harry moment for you all in contrast to the last one ✨ - n + d

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warning: smut, exhibitionism, daddy kink, spit kink

word count: 3.3k

“Cover up, please.” Harry muttered, clenching his jaw noticing the stares coming over to them. It was to Y/N though. The pool party was a good idea in theory but once he realized people were going to see more of his lover in general, he felt that little (big) possessive head of his rear and he felt feral, a little bit. He didn’t like other people looking. Simply put— she was his. Of course she was her own person. Independent. She didn’t need him, but she chose to be his and that was the best damn thing that has happened for him. Adding in the fact that yes, Y/N was the most beautiful person he had ever experienced, he knew other people could see it too. Most of the time? He loved it. He showed her off to many people. But when she was showing so much skin and people’s minds would wander... he did worry. He didn’t like people imagining what her skin felt like or how it felt to grab his waist or how beautiful her shape really was. Harry took her cover up and scowled, holding it up to her. The roll of her eyes made him whine, pulling her further into his body. “No. Don’t want ‘em staring too much.” His large hands covered her ass, pouting slightly.

“Baby...” Y/N chuckled, looking up at him with her brows raised. She knew he had a tendency to be possessive, but it was something she thought of as no big deal. He was just protective of her, wanted to assert his dominance over anyone who thought about putting the moves on her. But this? She didn’t realize this would cause it to flare up. “We’re at a pool party, what’d you think I was going to wear?” She asked, pushing a few pieces of hair away from his face in an attempt to soothe him. “No one is looking at me.” Y/N pecked his lips a few times, “and if they are, they can clearly see you’re with me, no?” She wiggled her bum a bit in his hands. “Let’s go swim hmm?” She suggested, thinking that if she was in the water then she would be covered up in theory. “It’s way too hot for me to be wearing anything else.”

“Fine. At least in the water they can’t eye you up.” Harry glared at a group of younger guys looking her up with a near snarl on his face. No way in hell. He didn’t know where exactly this type of possessiveness came from. He usually was quite cool and collected, only having his moments sometimes. But today it was ten times as bad. He was truly unsure as to why besides the fact that she looked fucking incredible. He walked with her to the pool and laughed when she decided to jump in without him, Harry following shortly after. This was someone’s fancy house party and they had a sick pool. One with a water fountain and one of those pool bars and shit. But Harry was more focused on getting to a place where he could be with her alone. Before they’d made it to the pool, she had her cover up on and talked to people, Harry’s arm around her shoulder. They’d met up here after a long day of classes and hadn’t seen each other all day.

Y/N pushed her hair back as she came up from underwater, adjusting her bikini top so that nothing was falling out before she swam over to Harry and took his hands. “Come deeper.” She mumbled, pulling him further into the deeper end of the pool where it was less crowded. She’d missed Harry today and though they were at a party, she felt like she could take a few minutes to spend some time with her man. They both worked really hard and whenever they had spare moments they always found ways to make them count. 

Once they were in too deep she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, tangling her hands in his hair to get it wet. Harry looked incredible like this, granted he always did. Y/N couldn’t help but think that part of it was because he was looking at her like she was the last meal on earth. She swore he hadn’t taken his eyes off of her since they got here.

“Look so good today. Always look phenomenal but... just have a glow.” Harry commented, feeling a sense of serene come over him while she had pet over his hair and got it wet. Harry moves them to a little shelf in the pool wall, perfect for him to sit on while she clung to him. “Been missin’ you all day, bunny. Wanted to kiss you first thing but, everyone else tries to steal your attention away.” He pouted. It was a needy day, which was pretty rare considering his natal chart, but it happened. Especially because he felt so stable with her. Never had he had an easier relationship. She made everything feel at ease. He really did love this girl. “Want to be selfish with you for a little bit. Can I have my kiss hello before someone comes n’ interrupts us?”

“Thank you, angel..” Y/N felt herself grinning wider and wider. She loved when Harry got like this. She loved seeing him get all soft and sweet and needy for her attention. Y/N knew most of the time I was her bugging him for his attention, but this was a welcomed change. ���Mhm...“ She hummed, leaning in to press a sweet and gentle kiss to his lips. It wasn’t long before that one gentle kiss turned into a slow and steamy one. Y/N expected it though, continuing to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. The slight scratch of his facial hair was something that was new, but she didn’t mind. It just reminded her that Harry was growing into this beautiful man that she loved. She pulled back hesitantly, giggling as he chased after her lips and nuzzled her face in his neck. “Missed you...” Y/N mumbled against his skin, “Didn’t mean for people to steal me away... forgive me?” She licked at the most sensitive spot.

“S’okay. You’re just so desirable. Everyone wants to be around you. Don’t blame ‘em. But you’re mine.” Harry felt even more safe with the cover of the water to hold her ass, keep her close to him. The kisses on his neck had him sigh to himself. She loved to kiss and lick at his neck a lot,  thing between them both, something he loved too. He was incredibly sensitive there and he felt good whenever she decided to treat him to some affection there. “Sometimes I don’t like Sharing you with everyone. They know you’re mine but still look at you like you’re available n’ if I was a bit more aggressive I’d probably call ‘em out on it. But I’d rather sit and get kisses from you than get in a fight.” He sighed, leaning his head a bit to the side. “You have a good day otherwise?”

“Yeah?” Y/N smirked to herself, he’d rather get kisses from her than get in a fight. “You’re such a good boy, hmm.” She teased, nipping at his skin just a little bit. “I am yours, don’t have to worry so much. Know I’m only ever going to want you, yeah?” That much was true. She hadn’t even looked at anyone else the way she looked at him. He was everything she could ever want or need from a man and it seemed that he felt the same about her. They’d been together for a few years and yet they hadn’t really left that honeymoon phase. “My day was alright... same old stuff. ‘S better now though.” She hummed, clearly her mind was somewhere else. There was just something about Harry being so possessive and needy that made her feel desired... wanted... Honestly, that’s all a woman really needed to get turned on.

“Good.” Harry took her in and could read her face. It was obvious, because he knew her. She was aroused. Horny. Whatever you chose to call it, she was wanting touches and biting her lip, looking at him with a little bit of a lost look. It was then he decided to swim them over to the waterfall area, letting themselves get wet as they moved through it. Thankfully it was empty, a small area behind it went deeper and he felt the mischief light up in his eyes. 

“You’re shit at hiding when you’re horny.” He chuckled, pressing her against the wall of the faux cave. “Completely shit. You’ve got the drunk eyes and you keep stroking me.” It was making him smug as hell but he knew she wouldn’t really care. “What’s got you all turned on then?” He ran a hand under the water to grip her waist and tug her closer to him, adjusting their stance. “I’d like to know what’s goin’ on in my girls head.”

“Who said I was trying to hide it?” Y/N said as a matter of factly, looking up at him with those ‘fuck me’ eyes that she knew she was horrible at concealing. Wasn’t that the point though? Wasn’t the point for him to know whenever she needed him? He always took good care of it, she never had to touch herself. He was always there to help. She wished she could just strip them both naked in this pool, wished he would make a mess of her and make her feel breathless for the rest of the party. Y/N wasn’t opposed to doing things in public, they’d done it many times before. It was a different kind of rush. One she couldn’t explain. “Like when you get all protective of me..” Y/N told him, “like when you’re needy for me... makes me want to climb you like a tree.” She couldn’t be any closer to him at this point, that familiar throb appearing between her thighs. “‘s fucking hot.”

“Oh? Didn’t know you were so hard for me when I got possessive over you.” Harry smirked. It probably was because it was rare that he got so openly needy or annoyed at the attention she got because he wanted all of it. “M’glad you think it’s hot.” He found himself at her neck, returning the favor of kissing her neck. “But I can’t leave you all horny n’ not take care of you. What kind of boyfriend would I be?” He cooed. 

“A bad one...” Y/N hummed in response, letting out a happy sigh as he kissed at her neck. “but you’re the best...” She told him, leaning into him as his hands began to move. 

His fingers wandered south, finding the bit of swimsuit covering her cunt, smirking when he could hear her let out a shaky gasp. The water from the waterfall and the music and commotion from outside the party was loud enough that he wasn’t worried as long as they kept it down a decent amount. “Mm. That’s my girl, s’what I want. Do you want to cum?” He questioned, nipping a bit harshly at the joint of her jaw and neck.

“Yes. I want to cum. Please.” She pleaded in a whiny tone. “So bad, please... can I?” Y/N huffed, gripping a little tighter at his hair and feeling another shaky breath escaping her. She wanted relief. She knew he would give it to her, but how? Her free hand rested against his shoulder, that little bit of height difference making her quiver. There was just something about him looking down at her, all wet and hungry for her. His fingers tucked so perfectly between her folds. Even the slightest shift had her wanting to whimper. They were in public though, she needed to be quieter.

“Course you can, baby. M’not gonna let you suffer like this.” Harry murmured, pressing his fingers against her to rub a bit. Get her warmed up. To be honest, public shit got them both off. It did, and it was hot. He had taken her in the car, fingered her in a taxi (making sure to tip well), in many club or pub restrooms, as well as various other places. It was the rush. 

“Gonna let me make you cum in the pool? In front of all these people? Such a naughty little thing.” Harry chuckled under his breath. “Love when you get all dirty for me. Can’t even wait till we get home, jus’ wanna cum all over my fingers.” He rubbed over her clit a bit harder, licking over her jaw.

A squeak of pleasure came from her, her hips jolting forward to get more but he knew just what to do. Slow and steady, perfectly pressured movements against her most clit. It was perfect, but she became ravenous once she had a taste. “Thank you, daddy.” She breathed out, her hips starting to move in sync with his fingers. “Yes!” She squeaked out once again, giggling knowingly when he said he loved when she got all dirty. He had given her the nickname bunny for that reason. Y/N fucked like one. Hard and fast and needy. It was good for the both of them, he liked to tame and she liked to be tamed. “Wanna cum all over your fingers daddy, want to make a mess for you, like a good girl.” Y/N told him, biting down on her lip to hold back a moan. She was looking up at him, keeping eye contact as he moved his fingers and felt his cock begin to harden against her stomach. 

“Daddy...” She whined, brushing her front up against him just enough. Y/N felt overwhelmed with need, his fingers felt so good. She looked up at him and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue just enough. He knew what it meant.

“Oh? My dirty lil’slut.” Harry grinned before he leaned over, spitting into her mouth. They didn’t do it every time, but it was an immediate cock tease when she wanted it. He loved her so much, especially because of how damn compatible they were. “Wanting me to spit into your pretty mouth n’ finger your cunt when all these people are around. Getting all wet because m’needy?” He let out a chuckle. “Course. You’re just my dirty girl. I love it so much.” He gripped her chin, opening her mouth again to see her eager tongue before he spit into her mouth again. She clenched and he could feel how hot it got her, pressing one finger in. A harsh whine came from her mouth, eyes closing, which had his attention. “Shhhh. Do you want them all to hear how much of a slut you are for me?” He asked, a bit condescending— he knew it made her wet— waiting for her to respond.

“No, daddy, I’ll be good.” Y/N whimpered quietly, feeling her cunt pulse at Harry’s words and actions. He always got her this riled up, it was never just a little bit. No, they were very much all or nothing but that made things extremely fun. “Please— don’t stop.” She whimpered out thrusting her hips forward. Y/N loved whenever he spat in her mouth. She felt like it was an unspoken dominance thing and it never failed to have her sopping wet. Of course they were in the water, but there was a clear difference between the water and her slick. Harry’s fingers moved so well, she knew she couldn’t have gotten any more soaked than she was. Another moan threatened to escape her but her own hand flew up to cover her mouth, biting down on the skin in an attempt to muffle the noise. She kept eye contact with Harry, feeling her knees growing weaker with every brush against that sweet sweet spot.

“Mmm.. I don’t know.” Harry cooed lowly. “I think you do get off on it. I think it makes you wet to think about everyone knowin’ how dirty you are.” He grinned, feeling her clench around his fingers again. Oh, yes. She absolutely did. They’d been together long enough for him to know exactly what she liked. “C’mon.” He breathed against her mouth as he fucked his fingers into her. “Admit it. Tell me how much you want them to know how dirty you are.” He was taunting her for sure but she seemed to like it, her soft little whine and whimper against his mouth as her hips bucked into his hand. When she hesitated, Harry let out a tut and shook his head, sliding another finger into her. “M’not asking again, baby. Tell me.” 

Her hand moved from her mouth to grip at his bicep for stability. Y/N whimpered against his lips, feeling the orgasm building within her stomach. Harry was doing it on purpose, he loved the power he held over her, knew that he had her in the palm of his hands all desperate for relief. Y/N was too scared to speak, she knew she couldn’t keep quiet for much longer especially with how perfectly his fingers were moving inside of her. She looked up at him blankly, letting out a pathetic closed mouth whine. 

“Yes, daddy! I do want them to know! I want them to know I’m a dirty slut for you!” She gasped at the feeling of now three fingers inside of her. “Make me feel so good, want everyone to know! Want everyone to know because they can’t have you! You’re mine.” Y/N was damn near tears at this point, bouncing in sync with his movements, begging to cum. “I’m so close daddy, please?”

“That’s my girl.” Harry grinned smugly. Harry loved making her admit those things, loved having her give in to him. A kink, maybe. Whatever that would be. “Cum for me. Let go.” He nipped are her skin, thrusting his fingers harder into her cunt and felt as she finally let go. His hand coming underneath her ass, holding her up as her body trembled and she let out the prettiest whine. There was nothing prettier than watching his girl cum. Nothing. “That’s it baby.” He continued thrusting his fingers in, curling them a bit to make her shudder. Keeping the orgasms going was the best thing ever, feeling her lose it on him.

Y/N felt like she couldn’t see straight, had proper stars in her eyes. Nothing could ever explain the true feeling of bliss that came after a release so sweet. She was panting, out of breath, trembling under his touch. Her eyes slowly closed as she attempted to catch her breath, fully leaning on him for stability. It was silent for a few moments, only the sounds of her heavy breathing, the water falling down, and the sound of the music. Y/N couldn’t have imagined it to have gone any better. She pressed soft kisses to his chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling herself relax. 

“That was so good...” She mumbled against his skin, “so fucking good.” She let out a chuckle and moved her hands up to cup his cheeks, pressing a sweet and loving kiss to his lips.

“Mm. I love you, sweetheart.” Harry murmured, pulling his fingers from her and gently adjusting the bathing suit bottoms so she was covered again. There wouldn’t be much clean up thanks to the water. “Now.. how about we go off and grab some drinks? Yeah? Can sit in my lap while we dry off by the bonfire.” He suggested, brushing a bit of the wet hair from her face away. 

God, did he love her. Who knew having a bit of possessiveness would get them this far?

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A/N: This was very fun to write! we did get some requests to write some filthier stuff so consider this the beginning 😅and again, congrats to cass!! - n + d

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[deepdarkdelights]

10 Days (Jungkook x Reader)(10 Seconds Pt 2)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 7.9k

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Obsession, Non-Consensual touching (This becomes intense, if this is triggering for you please do not read), Kidnapping, Hard Manipulation, Mentions of past abuse/torture, Brainwashing, Blood

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: There he was, the monster that you knew had been hiding behind that sweet face. Jungkook had several personas, the domineering kidnapper, the dotting boyfriend, and the whiny child. This was the one you had been waiting to see, the one that had violently slammed your head into the hood of your car that night. The one that had drugged you and zip tied you in the back of his car. He was always there, just sitting beneath the surface waiting to come and get you.

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You had never felt more hopeless in your entire life. It felt like your energy had been completely drained from your body. His parents still stood by the door, talking amicably with their son. His mother practically had stars in her eyes as she was nestled close into her husband’s hold. Nothing scared you more than the thought of being in her place one day. Chills of disgust rolled down your spine as you imagined yourself and Jungkook together like that. His arm curled around your shoulder as you came home to your son, hanging for dear life onto a terrified girl, her eyes wide and brimming with tears begging for help. Is that what your life would be like? Would you too fall victim to your captor like she had? Would the cycle continue and for how long had it been happening in Jungkook’s family?

Your heart thudded in your chest as your eyes zeroed in on the door behind his parents. Could you make a run for it? Could you get away from him if you tried now? Or would that be your death sentence? You were undoubtedly outnumbered, but his parents were on the older side and it would be much harder for them to run after you. It was just Jungkook you had to worry about, his mother seemed harmless and his father was too caught up in his wife. Maybe you could do it, when would you ever find a chance like this again? They hadn’t even locked the door! 

Your grip on Jungkook’s shirt began to loosen as your gaze was pinned to the door that was lightly swinging open with the breeze. You could do it.

“(Y/N).” Never mind, you couldn’t do it. 

“Baby, I need you to listen to me. I know you’re anxious right now but I need you to be a good girl, okay?” Jungkook asked, turning around to cradle your face. 

You nodded your head in compliance as his hand slipped away from your face to cradle your own. He tangled your fingers together and slowly led you over to his parents. His mother had a huge grin on her face and she seemed genuinely excited, vibrating with joy as you approached. Jungkook nudged you in front of him and rested his hands on your shoulders, his grip tense like he was warning you to behave. His father fixed you with a stern look, your body shuddering at the familiarity. He was so much like his son that it was scary. It really did seem like there wasn’t a way out of this and your heart shattered at the thought. You were going to be stuck with a family of people who were deluded, they actually believed that this was okay. 

“Hello dear, it’s so nice to meet you.” She said with her best attempt at a comforting smile. It was strange to think she had once been in your place when she seemed so satisfied with her life. Fuck, she had even given birth to her kidnappers son. Would that be expected of you? Were you supposed to help continue this sick cycle? At the rate that things were going, you weren’t sure how long you could hold Jungkook off. He was clingy and becoming more handsy the longer you two spent together. Carrying his child may become a reality faster than you had anticipated.

You felt Jungkook’s fingers tense as he dug into your shoulders a little harder, you still hadn’t answered his mother.

“It’s-It’s nice to meet you.” You choked out with a smile that looked more like a grimace. You were not convincing whatsoever and that was reflected in the harsh stare of her husband.

Your heart continued to pound violently in your chest, what were you supposed to do? It felt like the walls in the room were slowly closing in on you. Once again, you were reminded that there was no escape. You were like a songbird trapped in a gilded cage and you desperately wanted to stretch your wings and break free from your prison. You could feel the panic attack coming, this hadn’t been the first one since Jungkook had taken you and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Your chest was tightening and it was becoming difficult to breathe as your heart hammered harder than before. There were a million thoughts racing in your head all at once as crisp tears began to roll down your cheeks. You clasped your hands together in an attempt to stop their trembling as your gaze zeroed in on the creaking hinges of the screen door. You were losing it. It became harder to keep a grip on reality as you felt the wave of anxiety come crashing down over you.

“Are you alright, sweetie?” Mrs. Jeon asked, her voice brimming with worry as she approached you. She gently grabbed your hands and pulled you away from her son who whined in irritation. Her dainty hands carefully smoothed your hair back as she tried to meet your gaze.

Of course you weren’t fucking alright. Any sane person would be able to see that from a mile away. You had been locked up for only God knows how long with one person who could change moods so fast it would give you whiplash. Her caring question only made everything worse, you were expected to say that everything was okay, that you were happy with her son and delighted to meet his parents. You were supposed to be the dotting girlfriend when you were so obviously the distraught victim.

How could someone with such a gentle, caring, motherly touch horrify you so much?

With a choked sob you pushed her off of you and made a sprint for the door. Within seconds you were flying through the door frame, your bare feet slapping against the wood of the porch and flying through the stretch of grass that spread over the empty field surrounding the house. It was windy and the sky was clear, the pale moonlight shining down on you as you desperately ran. You could hear Jungkook behind you screaming your name. His voice was a blend between being distraught and riddled with anger.

If he caught you, would he kill you?

His footsteps were loud and fast, he was sprinting as hard as he could to catch up with you but you were far too desperate to let him catch you so easily and so quickly. Before you knew it, you were in the forest. The trees were tall and thick, covered in moss. You weren’t thinking at this point, in fact you were just blindly running hoping to God that just maybe you would be able to out maneuver him.

You had never really tried to escape Jungkook, well you had never been able to actually try. Hell, this was the first time you were even near the front door. You couldn’t let him catch you as you would never find another chance to run away from him again. Not to mention, moments before his parents had entered the lake house, he had warned you that he was not above punishing you. You didn’t want to even think about what his punishments would entail for you.

Your legs were burning under the strain of running. After being bed bound for most of your time with your captor, you had barely done anything that was remotely as active as this. You were sure your feet were bleeding, they felt numb and slippery. The adrenaline pumping through your veins masked your pain as you pushed yourself harder. It was dark and hard to see, numerous branches had already snagged your clothing and whacked you. You really were at a disadvantage, weren’t you?

At this point, you had no doubt Jungkook would catch you. He was stronger and faster than you, you were completely outmatched in terms of endurance. You pumped your legs faster and harder, running down a slope of rocks and leaves that almost sent you tumbling. With a wheeze, you whipped around another tree and crouched down behind it and the large rocks that surrounded it. If you couldn’t outrun him, maybe you could hide from him.

You heard him come to a halt moments later as he heard your steps cease. You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to stifle your deep panting breaths. You could make out his head and shoulders from where you hid, he was spinning on his heels as he scanned the area around him. It was dark as the trees covered the light of the moon. Hopefully, this would make it harder for him to find you.

“(Y/N)?!” He called, his chest rising and falling rapidly with quick breaths. “Baby, I’m not playing around. You better come out right now if you know what’s good for you.”

He was fuming, it was so obvious. You could vaguely make out his tense jaw and the bulging veins in his neck. His head continued to swivel from side to side as he tried to find you in the dark.

“If you come out right now, your punishment won’t be that bad.” He spoke again, pacing back and forth as he continued to search for you. “You really disappointed me, I thought you were my good girl again. I’ve been so good to you but you keep testing me.”

You squeezed your eyes shut as panicked tears sprung forth. For someone who claimed to be in love with you, he was so good at making you cry. Your nails dug into the bark of the tree as you pressed your forehead to its trunk. He was going to find you, you never stood a chance.

“First, you take my affection for granted. Then, you question my love for you and accuse me of mistreating you. And then you throw my mother away from you like trash. We were doing so well but you just had to stop behaving.” He said with a distressed sigh as his footsteps grew nearer. Your body stilled like a deer in headlights, this was so familiar. And all at once, you were taken back to that night.

His light footsteps, the darkness, and the fear.

“All I want is to love you and take care of you, but you don’t see it that way do you?” He questioned, his voice became louder and closer. “I told you before, baby. You and I were meant to be together, from the moment I saw you I knew you were mine.”

His words were beginning to sound fuzzy as your ears rang. You had worked yourself up so much it seemed like even your own body couldn’t take it anymore. You felt sick and lethargic, and you knew it would only be a matter of seconds before he found you. Because no matter what, he would always find you.

A pair of hands latched onto your shoulders and yanked you out of your hiding spot. Game over. Jungkook turned you around violently and pinned you to the tree trunk. His eyes were so dark you couldn’t discern his iris from his pupil. He was good at making you cry, and you were good at pissing him off.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” He yelled, shaking you by the shoulders. “I let go of you for ten seconds and you run away?!”

Your eyes snapped shut as he screamed as you, his grip tight and bruising.

“Open your eyes, right now.” He growled, his voice low and stern. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He continued.

Out of fear, you opened them and met his dark gaze with your own. His jaw was clenched tight as he looked at you, he was doing his very best to show you how displeased he was. It was still jarring how easy it was for him to slip between the roles of a love sick puppy and an enraged kidnapper.

“We are going home,” He said, his voice steady and deep. “You are going to apologize to my mother and father for your behavior and wait in your room for me. You are not eating tonight, not after the way you acted. Am I clear?”

You nodded so fast it looked like your head would snap right off of your neck.

“I said, am I clear?” He repeated, staring down at you.

“Yes.” You replied, your voice soft with fear but loud enough for him not to ask you to repeat yourself.

He released a soft sigh as a barely there smile graced his lips. He loved your compliance.

“You know I don’t like scaring you, baby.” He cooed, the anger slowly dissipating as he pulled you into his embrace. “But I have to when you act like this, and you know I’m going to have to punish you.”

And with that, the dam broke. Ugly sobs broke free from your chest as the tears came flooding back. You were such a mess, such a crybaby that couldn’t do anything right. You could only hope that your tears would save you from whatever pain he had in store for you.

“Jungkook, please!” You sobbed. “I was - I was scared!”

“I know baby, I know.” He hummed, smoothing your hair as he cradled you to his chest. He lowered his palms to your thighs and scooped you up, carrying you much like a parent would an infant.

“You had a stressful day, didn’t you? But still, I’m really mad at you babygirl and crying won’t solve anything.” He said, he sounded like a parent scolding their child. And much like a child, you clung to him as you wailed. In response he softly hushed you, rubbing your back as he began the walk back to the lake house.

“I’m sorry!” You croaked, burying your face in the juncture of his shoulder and neck as your tears stained his hoodie. And you were sorry, because now there was the high probability he would hurt you for your actions. Maybe if you had waited then you could have found a better way to escape him without getting hurt. But you were panicked, your body thinking for you instead of your brain.

“Such a good little girl,” He sighed, rubbing circles into your back. “Apologizing without me having to tell you. If you keep being my good girl, then we won’t have to fight anymore.”

You nodded your head rapidly, spurring light laughs from his throat. If behaving bought you time and saved your life, then you would do it. Just until you could find a way out of this, if there was a way out of this.

“Are you - are you gonna hurt me?” You sniffled, your eyes clenched shut as you hid yourself from his gaze.

“Baby, I promised you I would never hurt you again. That night…that was a one time thing. You know that, right? You know I would never hurt you?” He asked, his voice worried at the prospect that you thought he would hurt you again.

Your silence was enough of an answer.

“Oh no, my poor baby.” He gasped, squeezing you tighter to him. “So that’s why you’ve been acting this way, huh? I was too rough with you, you must still be so confused. I haven’t been very attentive, have I? Don’t worry, sweet girl. We’ll sort this out tonight.”

For the rest of the journey back there was a heavy silence between the two of you. It was accompanied by Jungkook’s soft touches and light kisses in the dark. Your little stunt seemed to only make him more affectionate than he was before, had he deluded himself into thinking this was all his fault? That he hadn’t given you enough attention and that was why you ran from him? Of course, in his mind you would never leave because you didn’t want him. Only because you didn’t have enough of him. The more time you spent with Jungkook, the more you realized how unstable he was. You were never sure what he was thinking, and that was scary. Never knowing what someone was going to do, that uncertainty was fear inducing.

It wasn’t long before the two of you had returned to the porch of the house, the door was still open but the screen door was shut allowing you to see into the hallway that led to the kitchen. You could make out the back of Jungkook’s father and the sweet voice of his mother, singing while the clanking of pots and pans followed. If this were under different circumstances, you would find it sweet.

Jungkook still held you, his chest pressed tightly to your own. His large hands cradled the back of your thighs, you could feel his thumbs lightly swiping the expanse of flesh. He dropped his head into the crook of your neck and took a deep breath before planting a soft kiss to the smooth column of your throat. It took everything in you to hold back the shudder that wanted to shake your body.

“You remember what I asked you to do for me babygirl?” He murmured, pulling back to look you in your eyes. The anger that had previously clouded them was no longer there, his soft gaze had returned once more. You gave him a quick nod and he smiled, carrying you back into your prison. His steps echoed down the hallway causing the singing to cease and his father to turn in his chair. Once more, he fixed you with that stern look that scared you shitless. Although this time it was far more intense and utterly annoyed.

“Go ahead.” Jungkook whispered, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. Already, this was completely humiliating. Not only did you have to apologize for trying to escape your kidnapper, but you had to do it while he cradled you like a child.

With your eyes trained to the floor, you began. “I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused. It won’t happen again.”

Mrs. Jeon smiled again, her hands clasped together as she cooed at the sight of her son holding his “girlfriend” as she liked to say. “It’s alright sweetie, trust me, I’ve been there.” she giggled.

Her words were meant to comfort you, instead they deeply disturbed you. The way she so casually referred to her kidnapping was disgusting. She talked about it like it was something normal that everyone went through, like it wasn’t a horrific crime. She was brainwashed, so many years of being with her captor had turned her into a compliant doll. She was everything you feared and everything you desperately hoped to avoid. But once she was like you. How many times had she tried to run before she realized it was impossible to get away from him. How many nights had she spent crying over the life she had lost, missing her parents, her friends, and her family? When did she realize that her life was over? There was no saving her, and soon there would be no saving you.

“(Y/N),” Mr. Jeon spoke, his voice threatening. “Don’t do it again.”

You could tell that his words had a double meaning: Don’t run away again and don’t touch my wife like that again. You gave him a swift nod as your grip on Jungkook tightened. At that moment, he was the most familiar thing to you. And you could tell he was enjoying it.

“Son, we need to have a talk.” He continued, fixing his stern gaze onto Jungkook who stiffened in response.

With that, Jungkook swiftly turned and began to carry you away from the kitchen. He moved quickly as he squeezed you to him tighter than before. He seemed nervous, like he knew what his father wanted to talk about. You had never seen Jungkook look nervous. Angry, distressed, remorseful, but never nervous. He threw the door to your bedroom open and gently set you down on your frilly comforter. His hands came up to cradle your face once more before he leaned down and softly pecked your lips, a soft sigh breaking free from his chest.

“I need you to stay right here, okay? I’ll be back soon, we have some things to discuss.” He reminded you, pressing another soft kiss to your lips before standing and exiting your room, the door shutting behind him and the lock twisting shut.

Your heart hammered in your chest, what did his father want to talk to him about? What would Jungkook discuss with you? How bad was your “punishment” going to be? There were so many unknowns spinning around in your head. You really were a mess, weren’t you? You had always thought that you could take care of yourself, and your kidnapping had proven that to be false. You had devolved into this different person you didn’t know. Before, you never cried as much as you did now. Before, you didn’t cower in anyone’s presence. In such a small amount of time, you had already become a shadow of your former self. At the rate you were going, it wouldn’t be long until you were empty and broken.

You were jolted from your thoughts when the screaming started. It was Jungkook’s voice, deeper and louder than you had ever heard it before. You couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying, but whatever his father wanted to tell him had set him off. You shuffled back into the bad, wrapping the comforter around you to provide you some feeling of safety. An angry Jungkook is an unpredictable Jungkook. The low, sweet voice of his mother was trying to cool him down but that was far from working. You could hear him snap at her, Mr. Jeon’s voice rising over all of them in a clear and loud yell. Silence followed. Whatever they were talking about, it wasn’t good.

A loud crash shattered the silence that had heavily hung in the still air. Your body jumped in response and tensed in preparation for more noise to follow, but there was none. A beat of silence passed before you heard the tell tale steps of Jungkook’s boots stomping down the hallway. In seconds the door to your bedroom was flung open and slammed shut behind him so hard the frame shook.

Jungkook’s body was shaking in rage as he paced the open space at the foot of the bed. He was so caught up in his anger it seemed like he didn’t even notice you were there anymore. That was of course, until he did. His head snapped up and his stare met yours, without a word he cleared the footboard of the bed and pinned you to the mattress. On impact, your eyes snapped shut. His hands gripped your thighs and yanked you closer to him, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he buried his face in your shoulder. He was softly mumbling to himself as he nuzzled the fabric of your sweatshirt, the lightest of tears staining your top. He was crying?

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He choked out, his body shaking as he held you close to him. “Just because Dad did it that way doesn’t mean I have to.”

You were frozen beneath him, unsure of what to do. Jungkook was clinging to you like a toddler to their parent, babbling nonsense as he tried his hardest to stop crying. Each time you thought you knew him, he proved you wrong. Jungkook chose several personas in your presence, the domineering kidnapper, the dotting boyfriend, and the whiny child. You were scared of him because you could never tell which version of him you were going to get.

“He said I might be wrong, that maybe you aren’t mine. But he’s wrong, I know it! We’re meant for each other, I love you and no one can take you away from me. Not even him. He told me I need to be harsher with you, I need to hurt you so you understand.”

So that was how he did it. Jungkook’s father trained his mother with pain. He hurt her and would only stop in exchange for her obedience. No wonder she seemed so compliant, so in love with him. He had trained her like a dog, she associated him with pain and love simultaneously.

Jungkook pulled back from you, resting his weight on his forearms to take in your face. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were red from crying. He really did look pitiful, if anything he looked like you since you spent most of your captivity in anxiety and bouts of intense crying. He slowly raised his hand to your face and lightly stroked the flesh of your cheek. If you didn’t know any better, he would look like a man that was in love with you. But you did know better, he was just a boy in a man’s body who had been raised to think this was normal. And for a moment, you genuinely felt bad for him. For a moment, you thought you understood him.

“I won’t have to hurt you if you listen to me. I still have to punish you, but if you’re good then I don’t have to hurt you.” He whispered, sniffing sharply as he leaned back to wipe the tears from his face.

Your legs were still tensed around his waist as he dragged you up to his chest, pressing the two of you so close together that you could feel his heart beating. He scooted backwards off the bed and carried you back to the bathroom. This was beginning to feel like your first day with him all over again. He set you gently onto the counter and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before kneeling down on the cold tile. His fingers delicately lifted your right foot to allow him to inspect the damage you had inflicted. His face contorted with wince as he looked at your foot, silently lifting the other one to inspect it as well.

“I hate seeing you like this, in pain.” He sighed, his fingers gently stroking the delicate bones of your ankle as he looked up at you from in between your legs. Your face flushed at the sight causing you to tilt your head back against the mirror behind you. Anything was better than the position you were in right now. Jungkook cooed at the light blush that dusted your cheeks as he began to work on the wounds that littered the once smooth skin of your feet, always stopping when you would flinch or cry out from the pain. Sometimes, he could be considerate. But you didn’t want to think positively of him and you most definitely didn’t want to feel sorry for him. You didn’t want to feel anything for him. You found yourself having to remember that he was a monster, even if it wasn’t his fault he was still a monster.

A soft kiss pressed to the inside of your ankle forced you to look at him once more, a sweet smile graced his lips. The one that made him look like an innocent bunny.

“All done.” He smiled, rising up in between your legs to trap you to the counter. Jungkook always found a way to remind you of your inability to escape him, the amount of times he had pinned you today was outstanding and concerning. You really were fucked.

The sweet smile slowly slipped from his lips as his eyes flicked down to your lips. His eyes were dark again, half lidded in a daze as he looked at you. You weren’t stupid, you knew what he wanted. He swallowed harshly and leaned closer to you, cupping one side of your face as he softly stroked your bottom lip with his thumb. You could feel his hands trembling as he took in a shaky breath. He acted like you were a drug that he could never get enough of, each hit he got sending him into a deeper addiction that he craved. And God, did he want you. He wanted all of you, everything you had to offer, and more. He took another breath and leaned in, attempting to kiss you. You quickly turned your head away from him, his soft lips connecting with the smooth skin of your cheek. Instead of getting mad, he pressed another kiss to your cheek, the corner of your mouth, and gently peppered butterfly kisses to the curve of your jaw. In a panic, you jerked away from his touch only to press yourself tightly to the mirror behind you.

“I think,” He began, stopping to clear his throat. “I think I know what your punishment is going to be.”

Your heart jerked in response as his hands gripped the tops of your thighs. You had hoped maybe it wouldn’t come to this, that he had been bluffing this whole time. But if his father was so keen on punishment in his household, it only made sense he would want his son to follow in his footsteps. He had done it first, and he knew what “worked.”

“You can’t say no to me, baby. For ten days, you have to do what I want. Just for ten days.” He said, his tone gentle but you knew this wasn’t a request; it was a demand. You quickly shook your head from side to side, grasping his wrists and attempting to pull them off of you so that you could curl into yourself.

“Baby, baby! Listen to me!” He cried, catching your hands with his own while trying to meet your eyes. “You either do this for me, or I’ll have to hurt you. You know I don’t want to do that, but if I have to do it then I will. If my dad sees that you're non compliant, that you’re not being my good girl, he will try and get rid of you.”

You stilled at his words. So that’s why he had been crying so hard earlier. His father had given him an ultimatum. Jungkook had to hurt you if you misbehaved to “train” you, as his father had put it. If he didn’t see your compliance, then he would get rid of you. He would kill you for trying to free yourself.

“Jungkook…I can’t. I can’t do that. I just want to go home.” You replied, your voice weakening into a whimper as the tears rushed forth once more.

“I know this is hard for you baby, I know you need more time but I can’t keep waiting. Not with them here. Soon enough you’ll realize you are home, all you’ll need is me.” He whispered to you. And just like that all of your sympathy for him flew right out the window. At the end of the day, Jeon Jungkook was selfish. He took his father’s warning as a way to get what he wanted: you no longer being able to deny him. Jungkook is a monster, the perfect example of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Those big, brown, doe eyes of his were concealing a dark force that was restless inside of him. That sweet smile of his hid the fangs and wrath harbored in him. He was something from your nightmares, hidden by a boyish face and a deceiving innocence. You never hated anyone as much as you hated Jeon Jungkook.

“Tonight counts as day one, you only have nine more days to go sweetheart.” He smiled, rubbing the tops of your thighs is what would have been a comforting manner if you didn’t detest his touch so much.

“Come on, you’re sleeping in my bed tonight.” He informed you, scooping your body up once more as to not have you walk on your injured feet. Not only did you have no choice but to listen to him, but now you had lost your mobility for the time being. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, stopping yourself from snapping at him. Time had proven before that you could break, and if you broke this time it could have deadly consequences.

Would it be better to let yourself die? Would you rather live a life of captivity over the freedom that the dark embrace of death had to offer? No. You were many things, but unafraid of death was not one of them. If you were, then you would have forced Jungkook’s hand or his father’s a long time ago.

Jungkook set you down on the covers of his bed, rifling through his drawers to find something for you to wear to bed. He came back to you with a large white T-shirt in hand, something you had seen him wear many times. There was no doubt in your body that he was thrilled with this situation. Not only did he have you in his bed, but he would have you in his clothes. Jungkook sat down beside you once more, silently helping you out of your clothes. You still flinched from his touch, but tried your best not to say anything. The less you struggled, the faster you would be clothed and less vulnerable. To Jungkook’s credit, he tried his best not to openly ogle your semi naked form. His gaze still lingered, his eyes still looked you over, but he clothed you and that was that.

Once he had finished, he leaned back into the bed and kicked his boots off. He turned to look at you for another moment, taking in your body covered by his sheets. He swallowed harshly before turning away from you and opening the drawer of his nightstand. Once he faced you again you noticed the glinting metal in his hand. Handcuffs. Part of you shuddered at the thought that he kept those by his bed, the other part of you tried your best not to freak the fuck out.

“I can’t trust that you won’t try and leave while I’m sleeping.” He explained. “I don’t want to have to do this, but I need to.”

“I won’t leave.” Lie. “It’s going to be hard for me to sleep handcuffed to the bed, I learned my lesson. I won’t run.” You had tried your best to seem like you weren’t denying him, the word “no” had never passed your lips.

“It’s okay, I won’t cuff you to the headboard.” He answered, slapping the cuff to your right wrist and the other cuff to his as well. What the fuck. He leaned away from you to turn the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. For a moment, you couldn’t see. But you could feel him. Jungkook peeled the sheets back and slid underneath them behind you, slinging his cuffed arm over your waist and pulling you back against his chest.

Motherfucker.

“Jungkook-”

“Go to sleep, baby.” He cut you off, tensing his arm in warning as he rested his chin on the top of your head. You barely slept that night.

You woke up by being blasted from the light filtering through the window. He had left the curtains open last night. And not to mention, you were extremely uncomfortable. You were hot as hell having Jungkook wrapped around you like a giant koala, your wrist was chaffed from the metal cuffs, you had a headache from the bright light, and something was pressing hard into your lower back. You huffed in annoyance, trying to shift away from the man behind you only to still when a groan shook his chest.

Oh. Something hard was pressed to your lower back.

You shivered in disgust, rolling awkwardly to unwind his arm from around you so that you could get away from his…situation.

A sharp knock on the door made you jump while simultaneously waking up your captor. “Jungkook? (Y/N)? I made breakfast! Come out before it’s cold!”

Jungkook groaned again, slinging his arm over his eyes at the sound of his mother’s voice. He took a deep breath before sitting up and retrieving the key to the cuffs, swiftly unlocking it and separating the two of you. You hastily stood up, putting as much distance between the two of you as you could. Jungkook still remained in his bed, eyeing you as he titled his head back. You felt shivers run down your spine from the look he was giving you. You had no doubt you knew exactly what he was thinking about.

“Jungkook!” Mrs. Jeon yelled again from the other side of the door, her swift knocks returning once more. Her impatience knew no bounds as she finally gave up and swung the door open. It was quite a sight to see, such a small woman looking so angry. Jungkook actually looked scared for a moment.

“Jungkook, I said breakfast is ready and getting cold! Don’t ignore your mother!” She scolded him, waving a spatula around as she yelled at him. This sight was just too normal, it was so strange to think that you were kidnapped. Never in a million years did you ever think you would see your captor’s mother yelling at him like he was still a child.

Jungkook sighed, trying his best not to lash out at his mother lest his father hear their exchange. “You waited all of ten seconds, mom.”

“That doesn’t matter! I shouldn’t have to wait!” She replied before taking a hold of your elbow and tugging you towards the hallway. “Now, are you coming or will you make your mother wait longer?”

“I’ll uh, I’ll be out in a few minutes.” He answered awkwardly.

“Fine, suit yourself.” She huffed before dragging you out of the bedroom and walking you in the direction of the kitchen. But not before you saw Jungkook mouth, “behave” with that stern look returning to his face. Right, it was day two.

“It’s time for some girl talk!” She beamed, ushering you into a seat where a plate of food awaited. “So, tell me. How did you and my son meet?”

She couldn’t be serious. This had to be some twisted joke, right? The look on her face spoke volumes, she was genuinely curious with a smile so similar to her sons spreading over her face. You wanted so badly to scream in her face that he fucking kidnapped you, that you barely knew him when the two of you were in the same classes. You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself. No matter how badly you wanted to scream and cry, you couldn’t. The threat of Jungkook’s father was still near, if you didn’t behave he had no qualms about “getting rid” of you.

“Uh, we met in high school.” You answered, poking at your food and refusing to make eye contact with her.

“High school sweethearts! How cute, that’s just like me and my husband!” She gushed. She was just as deluded as the rest of them.

Your silence caused her lips to turn downward, the smile slipping off of her face. A look of understanding crossed over her eyes as she gently reached across the table to cradle your hand in her own.

“I understand how hard it is at first.” She said, your head snapped up to look at her. This was the first time she didn’t seem bubbly and in love. “I ran too, you know. It’s overwhelming, becoming a part of their world and learning that way they love. My husband was strict with me, but he had to be for the sake of our relationship.”

And just like that, your hope died again. She thought she was in love with him, that he did all he did because they were meant to be together. She was like you once, and she had lost the fight. Your eyes dropped to her hands that held your own. To your horror, you noticed the deep scars littering her wrists and palms. On the inside of her wrist was the most prominent scar, a large J carved into her skin. If her hands were that scarred, what was she hiding underneath her shirt and pants? Was her whole body subjected to the torture that her husband called love? He had conditioned her with pain, he had made her into what he wanted her to be.

“Baby?” Jungkook called, walking into the kitchen with a worried look on his face as he took in your stiff posture and disturbed expression. He came to your side immediately and settled his arm on the back of your chair, his eyes scanning over you to make sure you were okay.

“Are you feeling sick, sweetheart?” He asked, pressing his lips to your forehead making his mother smile at the display of affection.

You shook your head and stopped yourself from flinching away. After all, you couldn’t say no to him.

The days began to pass quicker after the incident with Jungkook’s mother. You had learned his parents would be staying in the guest house to give the two of you space while also keeping an eye on you. You could feel yourself spiraling in the aftermath of everything that had happened. The only thing that was keeping you from lashing out again was the hard glare Jungkook’s father constantly had trained on you. Not to mention, your compliance was the only thing preventing Jungkook from hurting you the same way his father had his mother.

Each day proved to be more straining than the day before. Jungkook would push for more from you, he would start with small things and gradually work his way up to what he really wanted. And it was exhausting. You never stood a chance against him. He was a monster that had disguised himself so skillfully that even you didn’t see what he was doing when this started.

Day 3: You weren’t allowed to sleep in “your” room anymore. His excuse was that his dad wouldn’t approve of leaving you alone. But you knew that was a lie, he just wanted to have you to himself for as long as he could. He took your privacy from you, the one thing you had been allowed to have.

Day 4: You spent the day together watching movies. You weren’t allowed to leave his hold the entire time. You weren’t allowed to deny his touch no matter how much you wanted to jump out of his arms and make a run for it for the second time. He held you the entire day and it felt so suffocating.

Day 5: You weren’t allowed to see his mom anymore. You were only allowed to talk to him, you could only spend time with him. You felt like you were going crazy being with just him again. Sure, his mother was completely brainwashed but still she was someone that wasn’t him.

Day 6: You weren’t allowed to dress yourself anymore. You hadn’t objected, but you did try and tell him that you could do it yourself, that you were an adult. But of course, you weren’t allowed to deny him. If you did, then he could hurt you. If you did, his father could kill you. What other choice did you have? How could you fight back when there was nothing protecting you except your captor’s empty promises? You hated the feeling of his hands on your body, skimming over your exposed flesh as he would change your clothes.

Day 7: You couldn’t deny his affection no matter how much you wanted to. You had found yourself pressed into the couch cushions, one of his hands woven through your hair as the other stroked your waist, his lips locked tightly to your own.

“Kiss me back.” He had whined into your mouth, harsh pants of air bursting over your lips. And reluctantly you did, because what else were you going to do? You had no other choice, there was no escape. Not while both of his parents were here. You had foolishly hoped that you could last ten days with him. That your punishment would end and you could regain what little freedoms he had given you before.

Day 8: You couldn’t sleep, not while he was doing what he was behind you. You had kept your eyes clenched tightly shut but you could still hear what he was doing, you could feel his breaths hitting the back of your neck as soft moans burst from his throat. His one hand gripping your hip tightly as he worked himself up, moaning your name desperately as you pretended to sleep.

You were disgusted, but you knew it would be better to pretend you were unaware than to snap at him.

Day 9: That night, he told you he wanted to bathe you. He wanted to cross the one hard line you gave him, and you were breaking ever so slowly. You didn’t flinch when he stripped you of your clothes or when he cradled your bare body to his chest, settling you into the tub. His eyes were hooded in lust, his gaze and hands straying as he washed you. This was what he wanted, full dependence and utter compliance. All you could do was close your eyes and pretend he was someone else, that you were anywhere but there.

Day 10: He wanted you. That was his “final” punishment. He had you laid out in the center of his bed, his hands running over every part of you he could touch while his lips marred the column of your throat. He was breathing heavily, raising himself up to kiss you as he reached down to pull your shirt up, only disconnecting from you to rip the fabric from your torso. He let out a deep groan, even though it was nothing he hadn’t already seen the night before. He frantically gripped the waistband of your pants and yanked them off to reveal more of your skin.

“My pretty, good, little girl.” He cooed, stroking your hips before his fingers curled into the fabric of your underwear, attempting to pull them away.

A sudden clarity overcame you and you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. Your hands snapped down to his wrists and held them tight, trying your hardest to fix him with a glare you didn’t know you were capable of.

“No.” You bit out, your nails sinking into the skin of his wrists.

“No?” He laughed, that dark look returning to his handsome face. “Don’t you remember, baby? You can’t say no.”

There he was, the monster that you knew had been hiding behind that sweet face. Jungkook had several personas, the domineering kidnapper, the dotting boyfriend, and the whiny child. This was the one you had been waiting to see, the one that had violently slammed your head into the hood of your car that night. The one that had drugged you and zip tied you in the back of his car. He was always there, just sitting beneath the surface waiting to come and get you.

But you were tired, so fucking tired of being scared all the time. You took a deep breath and squared your shoulders, fixing him with the darkest glare you could manage. This wouldn’t go his way, no matter how much he thought he was winning, no matter how he played you like a Puppeteer controlling his helpless marionette. And with conviction you bit out that one word you had agreed not to say.

“No.”

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Delirium VI

Summary: After being kidnapped and claimed by the notorious mafia leader, he offers you a 7 day period where you’ll be given the option after of staying or leaving. Until then, you’re stuck, whether you like it or not.

Pairing: Mafia leader X female reader   Word count: 2.9k

Series Genre & Warning: SMUT, fingering, Explicit content, mafia gang, possessive, toxic, yandere like personality, humiliation, multiple orgasms, rough, orgasm denial, begging, orgasm control, praise, teasing, dildo, blowjob, sex

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Day 3 continued

Time flows like cement. The emptiness of the apartment finally apparent as you stay seated on the couch, watching the empty walls. You unlock the phone Taeyong had left behind for you for the 1000th time in the hour. A minute had passed since you last checked an hour ago, or so it seems.

You stare at the plasma screen, sat in the centre of the couch, like an unwelcome mirror. You try not to look, but with the it switched off, the reflected messy appearance of yourself stares back at you. The screen should mean fantasy, looking at the lives of others – not a poor copy of yourself. You begin to drift into an unpleasant daydream or is it a paranoid fantasy; Recalling the previous days, the experiences you had, the kidnapping. Was staying here the right thing?

“So bored.” You mutter to yourself, pacing the length of the hallway to the door, your steps slowing down each time you reach the handle. “Fuck it.”

Your hand creeps to the cold metal surface, the tingling sense flooding your body as you grip it tightly. Gently, you tug the handle down till it reaches the point where the gears click, the pieces inside slotting perfectly in place allowing you to push the door open. You open it slowly, permitting only a tiny gap to take a glimpse outside.

The limited view shows only the wall across you, so you push a little further, granting you a wider sight of the silent hallway. There’s more apartment houses on the opposite side of you and you assume there’s probably more on your side as well. When you turn to look at your left, the first thing that catches your attention is the figure only a metre away from where you stand.

The man doesn’t look at you, keeping his gaze focused on the empty wall ahead of him with his stance uncomfortably straight. You glance over his outfit, noticing the plain darkness and absence of colour, unknowingly missing the gun slotted at the side of his waist. What’s up with that guy.

Satisfying your momentary boredom, you tug the door back towards you, retreating into the apartment and closing the door quietly. You shuffle towards the couch, sinking into the furniture as you reach for the TV remote and flick on a movie.

About half-way into the movie your legs become stiff and you sigh, stretching them out and adjusting your position. At the same time, you reach forward for the phone you had placed on the coffee table, checking for the time.

Surprisingly its already early afternoon and there’s a few missed messages from Taeyong.

[Taeyong]: Everything okay at home?

[Taeyong]: Baby?

[Y/N]: Sorry I’m watching a movie

[Taeyong]: What are you watching?

[Y/N]: Despicable me 2

[Y/N]: Aren’t you busy?

[Taeyong]: You should wait for me to watch that with you :(

[Taeyong]: Yeah, I have to go now. I just wanted to check on you

[Taeyong]: I’ll be home soon.

[Y/N]: Okay, bye

Watching the movie makes things pass really quickly. The second series finishes in what feels like only a few long minutes before the third movie pops up. You click into it, deciding to finish the series and fall back into a comfortable position. With perfect timing, you hear the doorbell ring as the credits begin to roll at the end and you dash to the door. Squinting into the little eye hole you look through to see who it is.

“Open up baby.”

Eagerly, you turn the handle down and push the door back slowly and Taeyong comes into view. The faint colour in his cheeks before he left has disappeared and your met with a man who seems to be utterly exhausted. He smiles softly when he sees you in the baggy shirt he had helped you into from earlier in the day and spreads his arms invitingly.

You beam back at up at him and move closer to his figure. He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around you. His embrace is warm, and his strong arms seem protective wrapped around your body, shielding you from everything deemed evil in the world. The feel of your body so close to his seems to soothe him more than he expects. He lets out a deep sigh before pulling away.

“How was your day?” he asks, picking up the bag he had placed on the floor before.

“It was very relaxing.” You tell him, reflecting on the past couple of hours of sitting lazily on the couch.  

“That sounds nice.” He hums, slipping out of his shoes easily and taking your hand. “I bought you something. I think you’ll like it.”

Your ears perk up at the mention, “What is it?”

He places the gift bag onto the kitchen bench, the red silky ribbon tied into a large bow around the straps. “Open it.”

You look at him nervously and he shifts his eyes to the bag, waiting. You take the package gingerly from the bench as if expecting something to pop out and bite you. When it fails to do so, you draw the ribbon off and pull apart the sides of the bag.

Inside, nestled within layers of tissue paper, is a long red dress. You lift it out and hold it against yourself in awe, “it’s beautiful!” you murmur, trailing your hand against the fabric.

“It’s for tonight, I’m taking you out for dinner.” Taeyong grins, his eyes are much more energetic now that his seen you and you can’t help but smile back at him.

“Thank you.”

“Go get dressed, I want to see how you look in it.”

You cling onto the dress and hurriedly disappear into the bedroom, removing Taeyong’s oversized shirt off and covering yourself with the flowing red dress. Taeyong waits for several minutes before the door finally opens and you slip through timidly. He offers a hand out to you, helping you stand properly without tripping over the hem, “You look stunning.”

The dress is far more formal than what you’re accustomed to; the elaborate ornamentation in the front and the plunging neckline that revealed the sides of your breasts. The dress was a perfect fit, sliming at the sides of your waist without squeezing tightly.

He takes your hand and pulls you closer, placing his other hand at your waist, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” When you turn to hide the heat in your cheeks, he tugs you back to meet his gaze and you whimper in protest, using your hands to cover your embarrassment. “You’re mine.”

“I’m not yours Taeyong.” You whisper, the shivers going down your spine.

“Soon to be mine?”

You blush, turning away and he grins, soon enough.

***

You leave the apartment together, heading out into the city streets as an unknown man to you drives the vehicle to the restaurant. Inside the car, no one is able to notice you, the heavily tinted windows doing its job. It’s not until you step foot outside that you feel the eyes of every passing stranger on you. You lower your head, your arms crossing over each other instinctively to hide the exposing feeling around your cleavage.

The interior design of the restaurant is dimly lit with the air thick of different scents. Waiters pass by you, carrying elegantly presented dishes of a vast variety; seafood, steak, noodles. In the centre of the ceiling, the lights of a chandelier carry the feature look.

Taeyong leads you with your arm linked in his, walking at a slower pace than his usual to the front counter, “I have a reservation for Taeyong.”

The waiter clicks into the electronic device before giving a small nod, “This way please,”

He guides you down the open area where you observe the other customers, noticing everyone was just as beautifully dressed and suited to the restaurant. You look down at your own dress, and to Taeyong beside you, this isn’t where I belong.

The waiter places the two menu’s down at an empty table and moves to the side, allowing the two of you to take a seat before he continues. As you’re about to remove your arm locked with Taeyong’s, he pauses, holding onto your wrist gently to stop you.

“I requested for a private area.”

The waiter furrows his eyebrows and mumbles something as he taps at the screen of an iPad, searching for the extra notes that would’ve mentioned it. “Sorry sir, it seems that the request wasn't made.”

“Then take the request in now.” Taeyong demands, his voice stern and expression unfriendly. You linger awkwardly at his side, feeling a little scared at his change in attitude and feeling sorry for the poor man who was merely doing his job.

“I-I’m afraid our private rooms are all reserved for this evening.” He stutters out.

Taeyong lets out an irritated sigh, “Get your manager.”

“Sir – ”

You take the chance to butt in quickly, “That’s okay, we’ll take this spot.” You smile gently at the waiter, letting him know it’s okay and he mumbles a quick apology before scampering away. “I like this spot; it’s got a nice view.”

The tender warmth returns back to his eyes as he beams into a wide smile, “As long as you like it then.”

Dinner seems to be almost magical in a sense. It’s the first time you’ve had a proper conversation with him for an extended period of time without involving some sort of physical interaction. He guides most of the talk, asking you questions about your childhood, your friends and family. You attempt to ask about his as well but he shuts the discussion off quickly, spinning the focus back to you.

When the meal’s over, he excuses himself to take a call and you sit patiently at the table; enjoying the feeling. It almost feels like I’m Cinderella in the prince’s castle. You look around and see Taeyong standing near the exit, calmly talking into his phone. You decide it’s probably safe to quickly dash to the bathroom before he returns.

You place the napkin on the table and get up from your chair, walking towards the bathroom signs. The women’s bathroom is just as expected, spotlessly clean and modern suited to the style of the place. Your heels click as you start making your way back to the table. When you turn into the hallway, the first thing that catches your attention is the man’s smile. Even from where he stands; a few metres down from you, he leans against the wall with a detestable, disturbing smile almost formed into a sinister snarl.

Suddenly, the man begins to shuffle towards you, “I don't think I’ve seen you around here,” he murmurs, revealing his torn tongue and blood-stained teeth as he speaks. “Are you alone?”

You look around urgently, praying he wasn't talking to you and that there was someone else nearby. As expected, you’re alone. “N-No, I’m with my boyfriend.” You stutter out, deliberately choosing the word boyfriend as you stand frightened and still.

“Really? That’s such a shame.” The man takes a step closer; blocking the light source from behind him as he moves so you’re no longer able to see his face, “I saw you sitting alone at the table,” his shoes squeak louder as he approaches, “So, I think you’re lying to me.”

The man brings a hand to the back of your head as you stay stiff, unable to remove your stare at his uneven disgusting teeth. He moves his face closer to yours, letting you breathe in the suffocating putrid odour of rotten eggs that surround him. His hand sneaks to the end of your hair and he tugs it back harshly, “bitch.”

Your body falls back with his sudden movement and your arms grip desperately onto his to release his hold. “Let me go!” you scream, attempting to pry his fingers off the hold he has around your ponytail. He smirks and laughs, yanking harder as you struggle against him.  

“Get your filthy fucking hands off her.” You’re unable to lift your head up to see who it is but the voice is already recognisable to you.

“Lee Taeyong? Wow, what are the chances of seeing you here.” The guy voices in awe.

Taeyong begins to approach the two of you, his footsteps becoming louder against the marble floor, “I said, get your hands off of her.”

The man refuses, completely oblivious “Why? What’s it to you, this is my area.”

“She’s mine.”

“Yours? What a joke.”

Taeyong begins to click his tongue in annoyance, becoming more and more irritated as the guy threatens to test his patience. “Fucking hell.” He mutters, taking a quick step forward and kicking the man in the shin unexpectedly. The guy cries out in pain, instantly letting you go and you rush over to Taeyong’s side, taking his outstretched hand.

“Are you okay?” he whispers, gently patting your hair

“Yeah I am, do you know him?” you ask, curious as to what he meant earlier.

“No.” Taeyong seethes, his teeth clenched shut as he glares at the man.

“She doesn't know? Wow aren’t you in a for a surprise sweetheart.” The man laughs knowingly while rubbing at his knee.

You look over at him and flicker your gaze back over to Taeyong, “What does he mean?”

“Nothing, he’s drunk. Let’s go.”

“Wai-”

Before you’re able to complete your sentence, Taeyong’s gripped onto your wrist, dragging you towards the exit while your forced to keep up with him, stumbling continuously over your dress.

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“What did he mean Taeyong? Why aren’t you telling me?” you beg desperately kicking off your heels at the entrance of the doorway.

“I told you Y/N, he was drunk. He was spitting shit out.” He fumes, tired of repeating himself to you.

You laugh sarcastically at him, “I’m not stupid.”

“I don’t have time to deal with your childish questions right now. I’m busy, go to bed.”

“You’re calling me childish? Really?” you counter, arms crossed as you follow him into a smaller room; presumably his study area or office.

“Get out before I snap your fucking neck.” He warns, the words rolling out of mouth by habit as his anger begins to boil.

“Wow violent much? Is this how you threaten people?” you add, unphased and equally irked as he is.

“Don’t push me, Y/N. Get out.”

“No.”

“If you were even half as smart as you think you are, you wouldn’t still be here.”

“If you were half as angry as you pretend to be I’d have a black eye and broken ribs. I don't need you verbally pissing all over me just because you can’t seem to control your own emotions!” You yell, your hands balled into fists around the material of the dress.

“Y/N.”

“I don’t understand, I asked you a question, you said we should get to know each other more. You avoided all the topics of your past and your relationships so I complied, I didn't push it. But surely you can answer something about your present. Do you think everyone has it easy? Or do you just target everyone else and claim to be the only victim? Is that wh-”

“I told you to shut up.”

With all your emotions finally run dry and the rage driving through your body, you mutter out a quick “fuck you,” before storming out of his office and into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.

Taeyong falls back against his seat, watching the back of your figure disappear before he slams a fist against the table in frustration, The fucking guy and his mouth. He pulls at the strands of his hair as he sits head against the table, staring at the ground below.

On the other hand, you had already sprawled yourself over the bed, screaming into the pillow as you mutter an incoherent string of curses, fucking idiot, fucking dumbass, idiot, I hate him.

The exhaustion hits suddenly, your mind falling victim to the soft fabric and mental fatigue from the day. Eventually, Taeyong knocks at the bedroom door, “Can I come in?” he asks cautiously, worried you’re still upset.

When there’s no reply he panics, “Baby?”

He twists the door open hurriedly and swings the door back searching for you. He relaxes a little seeing your sleeping frame on the bed still dressed in the formal wear. He walks over quietly and carefully; he unzips the top of the dress wiggling it down your sleeping figure trying not to wake you in the process. You turn and let out a soft whimper and Taeyong feels his spine run cold hearing it, his knees almost giving out. He pulls the dress down in one go, and it slips off easily. Your body rolls to the side, shivering slightly at the sudden loss of warmth.

With your dress finally off, Taeyong finally removes himself of his clothes leaving only his boxers before he goes under the covers of the sheets. He lifts the sheets up gingerly, trying to bring it up to cover you as well.

When he’s finally satisfied he rolls onto his side, looking at you. Your features seem much softer in sleep; peaceful. And he wanted nothing more than to bring your body into his, wanting you to curl up into his body like the night before. But he pulls the blanket up over your shoulder instead, turning back around and falling asleep. ___

I’ll bring back the smut next chapter ;) Feedback always welcome and appreciated <3

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@softyswork This has just been sitting in my notes for a while, so I hope your anons enjoy? It’s not sugar baby MC rejecting the first years tho

Accidental Sugar Daddy Divus and Sugar Baby MC.

Not particularly yandere, but warning for drugging/aphrodisiacs.

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The thing is... Divus didn't approach you with any intention beyond picking up the slack after his employer's less-than-stellar display. You were making due with what little that clown had given you. And he gave you far too little to actually take care of yourself with.

A worn and over-sized school uniform that you tried your best to wear properly, but it lacked the newness of the other students' but the care was there. And you only had a few other uniforms in similar states to wear.

He noticed your hair got oily rather quickly despite your attempts to make it look hair sprayed and being in the Ramshackle Dorm, that building wasn't well maintained. It wouldn't surprise him at all if you tried to avoid showering in cold water. Not to mention, it's not like you needed hair products when you had more urgent needs to address.

And the food... you poor thing. There's not much you could buy with what little you had left from paying your so called friends to catch Grim and paying for Grim's demands. But even then, you tried to go for healthy choices.

It’s one part pity and several parts outrage that made the alchemy teacher pull you into Sam's shop to buy you everything you might possibly need for a few weeks as well as thoroughly threatening that the mangy cat about causing you more trouble.

New sets of clothes, plenty of self care goods, and a lot of fresh, healthy foods for you. Not to mention a little space heater in case you got cold at night.

He hasn't seen your dorm, but he already has a sinking feeling in his stomach about it. With no magic or money to spare on supplies... he spends a good portion of the evening throwing magic at everything to make the place livable. And Crowley just left you here?

Well, it's not like he was using the money for anything in particular. There's more than enough for him to provide for you. Just help him out with preparing potions ingredients and running errands around the school.

It should have stopped there. That's exactly where he intended to have things stop.

Except... Headmaster Crowley keeps failing you. He's heard nothing about the search to send you home nor about what will happen if he can't find a way.

You're so vulnerable without magic or papers.

So incredibly easy to... disappear.

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Divus takes you home with him for winter break. The cat staying on campus with the task entrusted to him, leaving the two of you alone. He had framed it as letting you see the outside world. You've only been to the Coral Sea from what he's heard. Crowley hasn't shown you any progress and you both know that he's not researching a lead in the south.

I see him living in a more rural area. Plenty for room for greenhouses growing his ingredients as well as giving any dogs he's taken in plenty of open space to run in. Granted, he hasn't since being a professor is a rather taxing job, but he does eventually plan to take in more dogs for the future.

For now, he wants to show you Twisted Wonderland's plants. And from there, he'll tell you about the area the plant is native to. Even introducing you to some of the more dangerous species he mentioned in class, but isn't allowed to use at Night Raven College for safety reasons.

That's how the first week goes, but eventually, Divus runs out of plants to talk to you about and finds himself at a loss. Typically, he spent his breaks preparing for future assignments, but seeing as he has a few years of material to reference, there isn't a need for that right now.

It's you who manages to fill up the rest of his break time when he jokingly responded that you could give him a kiss in exchange for everything he's done for you when asked. Well, judging by the look on your face, you're completely willing to do more which changes things.

There's so much to do with another person.

He does rather miss being in charge and you're such a cute puppy. Eager to please him and in need of some training to learn the best ways to.

It doesn't start out sexual.

Putting together your outfit, then doing your makeup in the mornings. If you manage to make it through the day with minimal smudging, he'll tell you what a good puppy you are and ask if you'd like to pick out a cute little trinket for your room (when did it become yours?). If you failed, get ready for a few spanks. No where near enough to make it hard to sit, but enough to sting and remind you of the consequences.

But every few days, he expects you to do it on your own. Do well and he'll praise you. Do poorly and it looks like it's time to spend most of the day teaching you.

He's terribly into teaching you. Or maybe training is the more appropriate term? Regardless, he probably shouldn't be enjoying this little routine the way he is.

There are so many useful potions to make you dependent on him. Love potions are fairly easy to find if one knew how to look. But he finds them rather distasteful. Why force you to love him when he can cultivate your love for him?

First, by showing just how reliable he is. Divus slips increasingly larger doses of aphrodisiacs into your food, slowly driving you up the wall with your need with no way of relieving yourself without alerting him. The heat just keeps building until you finally break. Pressing close to him in a definitely not appropriate manner as you confess and plea for some help addressing the ache between your legs. Completely unaware of the grin on his face as you avoid looking him in the eye.

Of course he'll help you, just tell him what he needs to do.

As much as he would like to show you his collection, it's best to start small for you and your body to adjust to his demanding desires. Just his cock for now.

He'll continue to give you aphrodisiacs for a few days before stopping. You're relieved that your strange neediness has stopped, but you feel empty after so many days of being fucked. Not to mention, the way Divus would take care of you afterwards... That's exactly what he's betting on to make you come to him after showing you what you could have with him. No need to hold back since the two of you aren't teacher and student right now.

Are you lonely in bed? Come curl up with him then. Do you still want more? He's happy to grant more if you're a good girl for him.

He could continue to give you potions to make reliant on him for help, but he prefers to take a more natural route. Slow and steady can be just as enjoyable. Divus can't give you potions for the rest of your life without you potentially growing a tolerance to them or him missing a dose and he’d hate to lose your trust in him.

It’s much more rewarding to have you slowly give in over time.

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You return from the break with a bright red collar around your neck and a fur coat matching his own. Though not nearly as big as his. The only more obvious way to show his ownership of you is to scream it on a broom. Another change is that you've moved into his personal quarters on campus instead of back to Ramshackle. That is solely Grim's haunt now, serving occasionally as a study space. Why would you go back to it when his quarters are much better?

Not only is it in wonderful condition, you get to wake up with his kisses, in his warm bed without having to worry about irrelevant things like how you'll get breakfast or how you're going to get ready and look well, he'll take care of all of that for you.

Hair styled, clothes fitted and ironed, and makeup done to match his. It's so obvious that you're his now.

If Crowley tries to kick up a fuss, well, Divus has cleaned up plenty of incidents for him in the past. Surely, the oh so kind headmaster can reward him with you, right?

#Wifey ♡ #♡ Writing ♡ #Lemon Time ○ #Twisted ◇ Wonderland #Divus ♡ Crewel #♡ drugging #♡ teacher-student #♡ dub-con

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Summary: You interrupt Jungkook while he's playing his video games.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader, Established Relationship

Genre & Rating: Smut, 18+

Warnings: Mention of COVID19, kinda strip tease (but not really), dom!jungkook, sub!reader, oral (f. recieving), overstimulation, vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex (pls stay safe guys), creampie

Length: 2.5k words

Notes: HELLOOOO!! OMG I feel like it's been forever since I've posted (sorry for going ghost). Anyways, this fic was inspired by a new challenge I saw on Tiktok where women drop their towels in front of their boyfriends while they're playing video games to see their reaction. It also mentions COVID19/ quarantine and I know a lot of people have a lot of anxieties surrounding our current situation, so maybe don't read if you think it'll trigger you. Also, Disclaimer: In no way is this fic meant to romanticize our current situation. Other than that, I'm not sure if I really like this, but I hope you all enjoy and are staying healthy! {Requests are closed at the moment.}

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Annoyed wasn’t even the word to explain how you had been feeling for the past few days.

You had been excited once, when you first landed in Korea. Your boyfriend, Jungkook, flew you out from the states to visit him while he and the rest of BTS were preparing for their upcoming tour. You were happy to be getting a behind the scenes view of the process while spending time with the love of your life and his friends. That was, until the virus that was affecting the entire world was getting worse. When you initially flew out, it wasn’t that bad, but by the time your 3 week visit was up, there was no way anyone was letting you travel back home.

Though extending your stay was a bit stressful, you were thankful for the extra time you’d be getting with him. The first three weeks, Jungkook was so busy. He touched you, just not as much or as frequently as you had wanted to be touched. But now that your plans for returning home were up in the air and you were staying with Jungkook alone in his apartment, you were expecting to have a “living dildo.” Granted, probably not the best way to refer to your boyfriend, but the thought of him being available to fuck you at any time for however long you would be staying in Korea was very enticing. Now that his working slowed down because of the quarantine, you thought you’d be getting his undivided attention. However, you were wrong.

Whenever he wasn’t at a quick meeting or rehearsal at BigHit, he was in his living room playing video games, most of the time with Taehyung or Jin. You knew that he was just trying to release some of his frustration behind the tour being postponed, but you honestly wished that he’d take it out on your body instead of through his stupid games.

This thought helped you devise your grand master plan. You chose a day you knew that he wouldn’t have anything to do. When he woke up and followed his regular routine of showering, eating with you, and then leaving you to play some game, you knew it was time.

You hopped in the shower and really took your time today, making sure that your skin was as smooth as a baby’s bottom and your private areas were as hairless as could be. When you felt like you looked perfect, you wrapped your towel around your body and made your way towards the living room.

“Jungkookieeeee,” you dragged it out in a high pitched whine.

“What baby? He said, not even acknowledging your presence.

“ I need you.”

Genuinely concerned, Jungkook turned his head to finally look at you and muted his mic. . “What’s the matter, my love.”

“I’m just feeling a bit… lonely in the room all by myself. How about you log off your game and come join me baby,” you tilted your head and gave him your best pouty face with a small lip bite.

He knew what you wanted, and you had predicted his resistance before he brushed you off with a quick “Not right now y/n” and turned his mic back on to continue his game.

You sighed dramatically before taking the towel wrapped around your body and throwing it towards him, landing in his lap and revealing your naked body. He looked back at you with wide eyes while you only smirked at him.

“Fine. Have it your way,” you replied sassily and walked back towards his bedroom making sure to add a little extra sway to your hips as you did so.

You couldn’t help the smile that was taking over your face. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist you after your little towel show, and your prediction was confirmed when you heard him wrapping up the game with his friends, adding a rushed explanation, something along the lines of “I have to go kill this girl, sorry.”

And boy oh boy were you willing to die if it was at the hands of Jungkook.

You draped yourself across the bed and looked at your nails as if you were bored and Jungkook walked in just a few seconds later.

“Oh… look who came,” you teased.

Jungkook chuckled lowly, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest. “You think that was cute, don’t you?”

“Adorable,” you responded.

Jungkook just smirked at you before abruptly taking both of your ankles in his hands and dragging your body towards the edge of the bed. He leaned over your figure, caressing your thighs that wrapped around his waist.

“Hmmm… just what am I gonna do with you baby?” he asked, lips brushing against your own.

“Anything you want,” you replied looking straight in his eyes. You were ready to submit yourself to him, to do whatever he commanded you to do.

Jungkook smiled against your lips at this. He loved when you were so subby for him, willing to let him absolutely destroy you but he wasn’t feeling like going all that hard on you today.

“Well if it were any other day, I’d honestly go back on the game and make you ride me while I was playing, and wouldn’t let you make any noises or stop until you came at least three times while restraining your hands,” he whispered.

“Oh….” the idea did excite you, but you were already picturing how much you’d struggle. “So then what are you going to do to me today?”

“Apologize,” he let out a puff of air. “For neglecting you these past few weeks,” he pecked your lips.

His lips kept going with their slight kisses down your neck, your breasts, your stomach, down your thighs and back up to your wet center.

“For not fucking you every chance I’ve had,” he continued, now on his knees with his face deep in your heat.

You felt his cool breath against you first, driving you crazy before he even touched you. But when his tongue swiped against your folds, you couldn’t help but let out the moan you had been fighting.

“This pussy is so sweet, all mine…” he looked up in your eyes before wrapping his lips around your pulsing bud and sucking hard.

You felt your soul leave your body when you leaned on your elbows to look at him and saw that he was already staring at you. Throwing your head back and letting out a loud moan, your hand quickly found its way into his brown locks, tugging lightly, just how you knew he liked. He groaned and started sucking even more harshly. You were having too much fun pushing his head further into you, and he wanted to make sure you still knew who was in charge here.

“Play with your tits for me baby,” he commanded.

When your hands reached your breasts, you groped them, squeezing and caressing them as you liked. Your fingers found your hard nipples and began pulling on them lightly and pinching, adding to the immense amount of pleasure you felt.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was still working on you. With his mouth never leaving your clit, he collected the juices that were spilling out of you on two fingers, and slid them inside of you unexpectedly, making your arch your back off the bed and let out your loudest moan yet. Curving his fingers and thrusting slowly, they were massaging your walls while his tongue was massaging the spot where you needed him most. The light tremor in your legs served as an indication that you’d be coming soon, and although Jungkook would love to have your juices spill out all over his tongue, he’d rather it happen on his rock hard cock.

He pulled away from you very abruptly, and the frustration overtook you when your near orgasm faded away. Seeing the scowl on your face when he stood up, he couldn’t help but let out a light laugh that you did not appreciate.

“I’m glad you find my pain amusing.”

“Stop being so dramatic babe. Now, do you wanna get fucked or not?���

You rolled your eyes before scooting to the top of the bed. You watched him drop his shorts with his boxers and take off his shirt. You were practically drooling at the sight of his naked body and honestly, who could blame you?

“You know, I actually changed my mind. You’re gonna ride me.”

“Hmmpff” you let out a little whine as he walked over to the bed and sat up against the headboard.

“Are you really whining right now?” he asked, voice dripping with dominance.

Taking that as your warning, you got onto your knees and went to straddle his hips when he directed you to turn around. You figured not being able to see him was your punishment until you settled on his lap and one of his large hands immediately grabbed both of your wrists, restricting you, indicating that he didn’t want you to be able to touch him either. You quietly let out a little huff of breath in annoyance before you felt his dick rubbing against your wet folds and poking at your entrance.

“I was trying to be nice y/n, but your little attitude is something else baby,” he pushed you down onto his hard length very slowly, using his free hand to grab your hip and make sure you felt everything. “My dick is a gift y/n. You’re lucky you’re getting it, and you’ll take it however I choose to give it to you. Understand?”

You nodded your head in response which obviously didn’t sit right with Jungkook, as he roughly thrust up into you, getting you to push out a quiet “yes.” You couldn’t really get any other words out, as your head was preoccupied with the thoughts of how well Jungkook filled you up.

“Good girl. Now, since you interrupted me, I feel it’s only fair that you fuck yourself on my dick, sweetheart. Make yourself cum since you wanted this so bad.”

Now, this wasn’t what you had in mind when you called him a “living dildo,” but nevertheless, you began moving on his dick. It was definitely a challenge without your hands, but it didn’t stop you from bouncing on his cock. Your pace was fast, probably a lot faster than what Jungkook was expecting, but you were desperate to get back the orgasm that he took away from you earlier.

Jungkook didn’t know what to do with his one free hand. One second it was on your hip, helping to guide you up and down his shaft and the next it would be smacking your bare ass or reaching around to pinch your nipples. All of the sensations you were feeling along with the sound of the low groans he was letting out directly into your ear, your moans were coming out nonstop. Everything felt so good and you were so close, but you were also tired and felt like your legs would give out any second.

“Kookie,” you used his nickname to call out to him, hoping it would sweeten him up just a bit. “Please…. nnghh so good- fuck! My legs baby, I can’t.”

You guessed he was back in his nice mood because he let go of your hand. You felt liberated and leaned over to hold onto his thick things while you felt both of his hands grasp your hips. Your ass smacked against his pelvis as you rode him harder, him pulling you down while you simultaneously pushed yourself. Angling his hips slightly different, the tip of his dick pushed right into your g-spot and you cried out.

“YES FUCK!”

“Mmhhmm.. You like that sweetheart?” he said, making sure to repeatedly hit the same spot.

“Yes baby, oh my- ughhh I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“Yea? You’re gonna be a good girl and cum all over me right? Wet up my fucking cock hmm, soak my sheets?”

“Yesssss,” you dragged it out.

You really couldn’t keep quiet at this point, mouth hanging open as your moans flooded out. You were so close to cumming again and you knew it was over when his hand reached around the front of your body and his fingers found your clit.

“GOD YES!” you smacked your hand against his thigh as you felt your high take over. You blacked out for a moment, seeing stars. Jungkook hissed from the sting of your hand slapping his leg but continued to drag out your orgasm by using your hips to slowly rock you down onto him when you fell over.

“You’re fucking perfect y/n,” Jungkook moaned out. One of his favorite sights was you falling apart all over him.

“Ugh, Jungkook, please cum in me. Pleaseee,” you reminded him of his own pleasure.

Pushing you over, Jungkook got onto his knees and grabbed your hips again, raising them to match up with his pelvis. You made sure to arch your back when he started thrusting into you again, hard and fast, solely focused on his own pleasure. The overstimulation was getting to you a little bit, but you wanted Jungkook to come so badly, and the way his cock was twitching within your walls, you knew it would happen soon.

“Fucking shit y/n,” Jungkook groaned. You had become incredibly tight after your orgasm and were purposely clenching against him as well. It was almost too hard to move inside of you, but the tightness only added to his pleasure.

“Fill me with your cum Kookie …please… I need it,” you panted out in between his pistoning into you.

“Yesss… I’m gonna fucking fill this tight little cunt up.”

“Please,” you whimpered out.

Jungkook felt a tingly sensation in his stomach and his balls started tightening. All it took was for one final clench of your walls against his cock, and then he froze, shooting his load into you while you continued to rock your hips back against him.

“Fuccccckkkkkkkk,” he sang out, grabbing your hips to hold you in place when the feeling became too intense for him to handle.

When he let go of your hips and pulled out of you, he watched as you flopped down onto the bed and his cum spilled out of you. Flipping you over onto your back, he pulled you into a loving embrace and topped it off with a sweet kiss before going into the bathroom to get a rag and coming back to wipe the both of you off. As you were getting up, you saw him putting his shorts back on and automatically felt a pang of sadness hit you.

“Are you going back to finish your game?” you asked with a defeated sigh.

He looked at you and gave you his signature ‘bunny smile’ before shaking his head and walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“No,” he kissed your nose. “I am yours for the rest of the day, I promise.”

You smiled so big your cheeks hurt. “Thank you Jungkook.”

“Of course sweetheart. But the next time you throw your towel at me and walk away naked-”

“You won’t be as nice. Yes, I know,” you playfully rolled your eyes and pulled him down for a kiss,

“Good. Now, let’s enjoy the rest of this quarantine together, and I’ll log off of the game until it’s over.”

And that declaration sounded like music to your ears. Yay for a living dildo!!!

#bts #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook imagine #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook oneshot #bts oneshot #dom!jungkook #sub!reader #jungkook x y/n #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader

[sheerbeautyreigns]

DESIRE

Part 69

"You've got no fucking self respect if you go back to him."

The rest of the week was pretty uneventful for Joe. He did a couple of interviews and caught up with a couple for friends. Drew hadn’t attempted to get in touch which Joe thought was a bit uncharacteristic of him. He needed to get over it. He was working things out with Paul now and had been thinking about him a lot since Tuesday.

It was Friday night and he’d just finished cutting a promo about his Survivor Series win. Vince and Paul were in deep conversation when Joe arrived back in Gorilla. Paul gave him a knowing look and a small smile before he went back to his locker room. There was a message from him when he opened his bag.

“I’ll have a car waiting for you at 9pm to take you to the Ritz Carlton. There’s a key for you in my name at the front desk. Make yourself at home.”

He had to sort himself quickly. As he was getting changed, Drew walked in. Joe slowed down momentarily, passing him a glance. Even though he was looking forward to seeing Paul, he was still annoyed about what happened in the hotel last week. He stayed silent, lacing his Jordans and slipping into a hoodie. “So, is this it? We’re not talking?” Drew finally said. “There’s nothing to say. You wanted to end things-"

“Joe don’t be like that.” Drew cut in, moving towards him. “You have to see where I’m coming from. I can’t risk losing my job.” At that moment, Joe’s phone rang. Drew saw Paul’s face flash up on the screen. Joe scowled at him and answered the phone. “Hey…yeah fine. OK, I won’t be long. OK, see you soon.”

“You’re kidding me right? You’re back with him!?” Joe shoved his phone into his pocket and hastily threw the rest of his belongings into his bag. “You’ve got no fucking self respect if you go back to him-"

“Shut up Drew. I’m warning you.” Joe got in his face. “This is bloody pathetic. I’m glad I ended things with you. Go back to Pau-" Joe grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall “I swear to God, one more word-" At that very moment, Kevin walked in. “Guys! Joe, stop! What the hell are you doing!?” He panicked, pacing towards them as quick as possible. Joe let go of Drew and grabbed his nearby bags. “I was just leaving.” Joe scowled at both men before leaving. “What the hell was that all about?” Kevin asked Drew. “Don’t ask.”

Joe could still feel his heart racing while he was being driven to the hotel. He was officially done with Drew. He couldn’t stand to have him talk to him like that. He hated that Kevin had seen him in that fit of rage and hoped that he wouldn’t say anything. Impulsively, he called him. “Hey man,”

“Hey you OK? You looked pretty pissed…” Kevin pointed out. “I know, I know. It was just a disagreement. It’ll be fine. You won’t say anything to anyone?” Joe checked. “Of course not. It’s between you and Drew.”

“How was he?” Joe asked “Man, I’ve never seen him so pissed. He said something about Paul-" Joe sat forward, paying attention. “What'd he say?”

“I couldn’t make it out but he seemed pretty pissed.” Poor Kevin didn’t have a clue which made Joe glad. He hoped Drew wouldn’t do anything stupid. He ended the call as he pulled up at the hotel.

Paul had told him on the phone that he made it to the hotel a bit earlier and to come straight up to his room. He tried to compose himself before he knocked on the door of Paul’s suite. This whole situation with Drew had clearly ruined any good thoughts he had about seeing Paul tonight, especially Drew’s comments about not having any self respect if he goes back to Paul.

The warm smile on Paul’s face erased those thoughts. He was still wearing his grey suit and black shirt. When the door was closed, Paul took his bags and set them aside. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

“Me too.” Joe responded as Paul pulled him against his body and kissed him softly. The young man smiled as he pulled away. “Why don’t you get out of those clothes. I took the liberty in running you a nice lavender bath, just the way you like it.”

“Why are you so good to me?” Joe asked with a small smile as Paul led him across the room. He discarded his clothes just outside the bathroom and set them on a nearby chair neatly. Paul trailed his hand along Joe’s shoulder and down his back, guiding him towards the bath tub. “Take as long as you want. Relax.” Joe lowered into the warm water, resting his head back against the rim. “How’s that?” Paul checked. “Perfect.” Joe smiled lazily up at him. He was left alone to soak in the tub while Paul caught up on some admin. Granted, it wasn’t the Friday night he’d anticipated but a welcome one all the same.

Almost thirty minutes later, Joe emerged from the bathroom wearing a fluffy white robe. “That was so relaxing, I had to get out before I fell asleep.” Joe wrapped his arms around Paul, who was sat at the computer desk in the corner of the living area. “That’s OK. I wanted you to just take it easy tonight.” Paul rose up to meet him, slipping his hand under the robe, caressing Joe’s left butt cheek, forcing his body against his. “…unless you’re ready for some fun now?”

Joe nodded slightly and kissed Paul, quickly becoming heated. The older man removed his robe, dropping it to the floor and ushering him into the bedroom. Joe lay on his back while Paul stood at the edge of the bed and squeezed some lube onto his hand. He slid his fingers between Joe’s ass cheeks, preparing his entrance.

Paul took hold of his right leg and rested it against the left side of his abdomen, forcing his body a little closer to the edge of the bed. He positioned his cock and entered him. Joe groaned loudly, looking up at him with those big brown eyes. He quickly closed them, his head falling back as Paul got into the rhythm of fucking him. He loved to see the expressions on his face change, the more intense it got. “You like that?” Paul asked gruffly, continuing to hold him steady. “Yes, fuck…” Joe’s eyes rolled back in this head before he climaxed. This caused Paul to smile darkly as he slammed into him a couple more times before cumming himself.

He let go of Joe’s leg and hovered over him, caressing his cheek. “I love you.” This led Joe to nod his head and return the sentiment to him. “I love you too.” His words were shaky and Paul noticed this. He furrowed his brows in concern, watching as Joe attempted to sit up against the pillows behind him, all while rubbing his eyes. “Baby you OK?” Paul sat near him, legs crossed over in front of him.

“Yeah I’m fine, sorry.” He tried to brush it off. “No you’re not. Did I do something wrong?” Paul was concerned. “I just…I’m just glad things are better between us.”

“Me too.” Paul was relieved it wasn’t anything bad. “I knew it wouldn’t be easy for you to trust that things would be better but things are different now. I only wanna make you happy. Wait here.” Joe watched as Paul got off the bed and opened his bag. He came back with a small dark red box.

“You left your other ring at my place after we broke up so I wanted to get you something new for this new chapter. We’re moving on.” He opened the box to reveal a simple white gold band, a little thicker than the first one. “Give me your hand.” Paul took Joe’s hand in his and slid the ring on “This is my commitment to you that I will be a better man and will do right by you this time. I promise.” Joe nodded his head, tears coming to his eyes again.

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[omgitscharlie]

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This is an excerpt from chapter 12 of my long fic ‘Learning to Live’, but I felt it could also do very nicely as a one-shot. So, I hope you enjoy!

Sleep definitely did not come to Inuyasha a few days later, as it never did on new moon nights. He'd made sure he was home well before the sun went down, having purposefully rejected a job that Miroku had heard about. Of course, the monk understood beyond any reasonable doubt the reason behind Inuyasha's decision. He took his usual spot against the wall by the futon, Tessaiga resting against his chest as he sat crossed legged and shoved his hands in his sleeves. Even though the sword did nothing much aside from being a rusty piece of metal on these nights, it was still a comfort to have the sword pressed against him.

"Where is she?" he muttered, finding himself still alone well past dark. Kagome had left earlier in the morning than usual that day, apparently needing to be present for a birth. Kaeda had mentioned the woman who was in labor had a difficult pregnancy previously and would need all available hands. Still, he didn't expect her to be this late. He couldn't recall Sango's deliveries taking that long.

Almost as if he'd summoned her, he heard the sliding door open and the soft padding of feet headed towards the main area of their home. If he'd been in his normal state, he could have heard her from at least at the bottom of the hill they'd lived off of. Right now, it felt like his ears were full of cotton, muffled and dulled - he hated that feeling.

"Inuyasha?" Kagome's voice called out as she threw her blood-covered clothes into the hamper.

"I'm here," he replied easily, though didn't move from his spot. Wearing a spare kosode and wrap skirt, she padded into their bedroom, immediately realizing why he'd been keeping out of immediate sight. The look on his face was lightly cold, eyeing her with his unusually darkened hues as if he were offended.

"You didn't think I forgot, did you?" Kagome asked, kneeling down in front of him and resting her hands in her lap, "I'm sorry I'm so late. The baby was born feet first, so it was a hard delivery," she explained honestly, giving him a welcoming smile in an attempt to brush off the attempted guilt he tried to put on her. Leaning forward, she got down on her hands and knees to crawl towards him, craning her neck enough so she could give him a soft peck in greeting, "It's a good thing you're human tonight, I don't think you'd appreciate how I smelled otherwise."

Returning the kiss, he relaxed some, unable to really stay mad when he knew she had plenty of viable reason for staying out later than anticipated, "I'm sure I'll be able to smell it tomorrow," he mused, keeping his voice low and solemn, as he typically acted on nights of the new moon. A bit more moody and emotional, seeing as he had nothing but a human heart to guide him in his actions, Kagome knew not to take it personally.

"Maybe from the hamper, yeah. I washed up and changed before coming back, too. I didn't want to come home with blood and birth all over me," she added before moving to take a seat beside him against the wall with a heavy sigh of relief. Leaning her head back, she let her muscles relax for the first time since that morning. Shoulders fell into a more natural position as her head rolled to the side to look at him, "You gonna stay up?" It was a stupid question that she already knew the answer to, but she always felt like she needed to ask.

"Just like I do every time," the response wasn't curt, nor did it make her feel like she was asking a dumb question. His tone was low and even, holding less grit than when he was in his typical form. There was always something softer about him on nights of the new moon, again probably attributed to the fact that his heart was purely human.

"Mmm," she gave a warm hum, pleasant in nature as she rolled her head back to a straighter position, "I used to stay up, too, during the time when I couldn't get back. I'd think about you even more on those nights."

All Inuyasha could do was sit and intently listen - they'd shared five of these nights together now and she'd never mentioned that before. Freeing one of his hands from his sleeves, he rested it on her thigh.

"I'd worry. Wonder how you were doing and hoped that you were safe," she added, turning her attention back to him as she placed her own hand over his, "I got really good at reading lunar cycles because of it," she stated, only half-joking as she offered him one of her contagious smiles. Inuyasha couldn't help but offer one back, giving her thigh a soft squeeze in acknowledgment. Taking his hand in both of hers, she let her attention fall to it, taking her time to explore the differences. There wasn't much; the same callouses housed on the same points of his palm. The fingers themselves weren't any shorter, though they looked to be due to the dull, human nails that topped them.

The curious touch was soft and loving as if trying to memorize them when he returned to his hanyou form. It didn't matter if he were human or hanyou, she loved every piece of him and wanted to keep every detail encapsulated in her memory.

When she was done with his hand, Kagome turned her attention back to his face, seeing him staring intensely at their hands as they remained clasped together. The familiar molten amber had faded into near charcoal, giving him a much less otherworldly aura to him. He was more simple-looking, but still hers.

"I'd always stay at Miroku and Sango's on these nights, not wanting to be alone," he laced their fingers together then, seeing just how much more alike they seemed without the typical talons he had, "Every night without you was hard, but new moon nights were just that much harder."

"I felt bad that I wasn't there for you," she admitted, only to have his gaze catch hers.

"Keh. You shouldn't. I already told you that isn't your fault," he rebutted, knowing that she held a bit of guilt in thinking that she was the reason they couldn't be together for those three years. Taking his free hand, he cupped her chin, tilting it up so he could give her a reaffirming kiss as if to emphasize his statement. Kagome happily sank into it, smiling against his lips as she took one of her hands to cup his cheek. Feeling her fingertips brush against his human ear, she decided to explore more by taking her index finger and tracing the shell of it. The sensation had a shiver run up his spine, taking his hand from her chin to grip her wrist, "You plannin' on staying up with me?" The question was posed almost like a challenge, brows lifted as such as he kept that same vice-like grip.

"I always do," she replied, offering a playful grin as their faces stayed close to one another. Inuyasha's hand released her wrist to run down her forearm and grip her elbow.

"It's gunna be a longer night than normal, y'know," he continued his challenge keeping his grip on her elbow as she let her hand find its place on his cheek. The entire time, their other hands remained laced together, both of them reluctant to break their grasp.

"Is it? Guess we better think of something to do," she breathed running her fingers from his cheek to his lips gently, tracing the lower one with her middle finger, "And take our time with it."

A fangless grin pulled at the lips she touched, showing some teeth as he finally released both her elbow and her hand to move Tessaiga from his chest and lean it against the wall. The only thing that made him feel more comfortable than Tessaiga during these nights was Kagome herself and he would happily spend the night with her against his chest instead.

Though he was human, Kagome didn't find him any less strong, at least when it came to holding her. Yes, perhaps he wasn't able to bound long and high distances with her on his back, but as he lifted her into his lap, it still felt as if she was weightless. He'd pressed her back against his chest but with much less innocent intentions than that position held. Placing a hand on her throat, he tugged the collar of her kosode to place very slow, wet kisses to the skin there. She still tasted like herself, not nearly as potent as he was used to, but she was still addictive to him.

Goosebumps formed all over Kagome's body, effortlessly tilting her head to the side to give him more access to her taste. His lips trailed up to her jawline, nudging his nose against her ear as his hands began to stray. Finding their place on her waist, he ran them up her stomach at a painfully slow rate. With a sharp gasp, Kagome felt both of his hands palm each breast over her fabric. He didn't need to be able to smell her to know just how much heat had pooled between her legs, though he wanted so deeply to be able to. His teeth found her earlobe, nipping ever so lightly in an attempt to get more demure sounds from the woman in his lap. His wish was granted when a soft whimper left her, only to be paired with the sudden feel of her hands gripping his hakama.

"Kagome..." her name was a breath against the shell of her ear, low and wanting.

Moving his hands from her breasts, he pulled at the knot of her wrap skirt, followed by her obi. Thankfully, she'd stopped wearing that weird contraption she wore on her breasts beneath clothes. With her kosode falling open, he was able to feel the warmth of her bare skin against his palm, letting one hand find its place back upon her breast. Kagome let her head fall back against his shoulder, worrying her lower lip as another sweet whimper left her. Even in his human form, he could feel the temperature of her body rise, going hot against his own as he ran his free hand down the front of her stomach with a feather-like touch. It was as torturous as it was electrifying, causing her to release the grip on his hakama and instead grip his bicep.

Lower and lower did his hand trail until he realized she was wearing underwear. A growl left him, not nearly as primal as it typically did, "Why the fuck do you wear these?" he cursed, tugging them upward. The pressure of the tense fabric against her yearning, it had her back arching and a choked moan leave her. Such a reaction was unexpected, causing her husband to pause for a moment before doing the same thing again. A similar sound was his reward, Kagome's grip tightening on his bicep and tugging the fabric of his haori.

"Inuyasha," she whined, trying to press herself harder against the fabric of her underwear.

"That feel good, woman?" he cooed in her ear, "You want more?" Frantically, Kagome nodded, turning her head towards his own.

"Yes," with a heavy pant, the word left her, causing Inuyasha to give just as she asked. Reaching further down, he pushed the fabric to the side before running his index and middle finger through her folds.

"Oh fuck," he hissed, feeling just how soaked she was against his fingers, "What I would give to smell you right now." He cooed, easily curling his hand enough to push those fingers within her without a thought. The intrusion caused his wife to release a cry of need, head falling back against his shoulder once again, "You have no idea, do you?" he added, pulling his fingers from her to bring some of that slick to her clit, circling it slowly, "How good you smell when you want me - how good you taste."

Kagome could feel it now, his cock pressing against her ass, hard and needy. Purposefully, she pushed back against it as she bit her lower lip with a whine.

"Fuck," he grunted, releasing her breast to place his hand on her throat, "You want it?"

"Mhm," she hummed, nodding her head as much as she could without being hindered by the strong grip of his hand spanning her throat. Without warning, Kagome managed to pull herself away from his grasp, turning to face him completely. It caught Inuyasha by surprise, but he wasn't as possessive as he normally was, which meant that he wasn't about to deny her. Capturing his lips, she began to tug at his obi, slowly and purposefully, not with the typical frenzy that surrounded them in times like these. The kisses themselves were slower, taking the time to explore each other's taste as the priestess' lithe and skilled hands pulled his haori and kosode from his hakama.

When enough skin was exposed, her hands began to wander, fingertips just grazing over his collarbone and down his sternum. Kagome let her own lips trail over his jawline to his ear, "Are these ears just as sensitive?" she breathed against him, causing her husband to grip her biceps and squeeze. A low chuckle left her, taking the lobe between her teeth as he had previously. She didn't need to have the heightened senses that her husband typically possessed to realize his heart rate had increased. If that hadn't been enough confirmation for her, the choked sound of her name struggling to leave his lips was.

Lips trailed down his neck then, her hands following a similar path downward with them eventually wanting to hit the same destination. Each kiss was slow, almost painfully so, as Inuyasha loosened his grip on her biceps to rest one on the floor at his side, the other running into her hair at the back of her head. It wasn't pushing or keeping her from moving, instead hint of subtle encouragement as she continued her trail of kisses over his collarbone. The heat of the wetness her mouth left behind had his skin tingling, letting his jaw hang open as he watched how her lips made contact over and over again. Over one pec and then the other before maneuvering her body closer to the floor as she let her lips ghost over his abdomen.

As her mouth moved, so had her hands, pulling his hakama down just enough to reveal what she had been aiming for since she began her teasing journey.

"K-Kagome-" he stuttered, breath shaky as he tried to keep himself in some sort of control.

"Hm?" she asked, feigning innocence as she peeked up at him. One of her hands wrapped around him then, now having propped herself on her elbows to get to the height needed to be comfortable.

"Damnit," he growled through gritted teeth, pushing his hips up against her hand as if begging for her to stroke him. The way she'd situated herself, with one leg outstretched behind her and the other bent at the knee, had her ass propped up so nicely but still covered by the kosode neither of them had bothered to remove.

At last, she was face to face with what she'd been working towards.

With mahogany eyes so full of promise, they peered up at him as she placed that same wet, open-mouthed kiss to the head of him. The tip of her tongue gently flicked against the underside of his cock where the shaft met the head, aiming to keep drawing out the anticipation for as long as possible. No having moved his hand from her hair, Inuyasha couldn't help but tighten his grip, a wanting moan left him. Kagome felt a sense of victory, knowing that she could have him at such a loss for words or coherent thought.

Wanting to hear more, she wrapped her mouth around his cock completely, releasing a hum of contentment of her own as she did so. With the position she'd situated herself in, it was easy for her to take the hand that had been gripping him and run between her own thighs.

Her mouth was like heaven, warm and wet with the added sensation of her tongue circling his head whenever she brought herself up from taking as much as she could. Holding his cock with her other hand, she managed to find the rhythm of moving her head while her fingers circled her own clit. Wet sounds came from her mouth as she continued her motions, his cock becoming slick from her saliva. Gods, she would be the death of him. He felt like his heart was pounding right in his head, grunting and groaning as he watched her, unable to look away if he even dared try, "Kagome - shit. You n-need to stop."

Barely hanging off the edge of the cliff of his desire, he gripped her hair enough to tug her head back. Hearing a popping sound as she was pulled from him, a string of her saliva remained attached to his shaft. A clouded gaze looked up at him, completely overtaken by her need for him. Panting and heady, she whined at the fact that he'd pulled her from him, barely even registering the burn of his grip on her hair.

So desperate they were for one another, that they hadn't even made it to the futon yet, regardless of the fact that it was only a couple feet from them.

Hoisting Kagome to her knees, he pulled her closer to him to catch her lips in a much more hungry kiss. A kiss that had them desiring each other's touch with Inuyasha's hands gripping her waist as Kagome's found his shoulders. Sliding them back to his shoulder blades, she caused his haori and kosode to fall from them. Her hands continued to run down as far as they could before it became uncomfortable, eventually needing to wrap her arms around his neck. Lifting his traps and moving his arms to shrug off the clothes she'd slid from him, Kagome could feel every muscle moving against her arms.

Even as a human, his body held a heat that she happily leeched from.

Purposeful hands gripped the kosode that hung in the dips of her elbows, Inuyasha wanting his wife to be as exposed as he was. As quickly as she could, she unwrapped her arms, one at a time so as not to lose contact with him entirely. All the while, their lips never left one another, keeping them slow but still wielding a sense of desperation in each one.

Strong hands gripped her ass, lifting her up so her legs wrapped around his waist. Moving one hand to her back, he leaned over, having her hanging from him as he crawled the two of them to the futon. It was then, and only then, that he allowed himself to be without the taste of her lips.

Though his aim was to get them onto it fully, he'd only managed to get her back against it causing him to grip her waist and half toss her up farther onto it. The adjustment had Kagome gasping, having little time to make any sort of remark when she realized her husband hadn't followed her. Instead, he remained between her thighs, only sitting up enough that he could tug on the waistband of her underwear, "You're lucky I ain't got any claws, or this'd be torn to shreds," he warned, low and husky with that signature gravel in the low end of his tone. Instead, he simply continued sliding them down and off her legs before tossing them over his shoulder aimlessly.

"You wouldn't dare," she replied with a feigned sense of threat, though it didn't hold up much considering the circumstance. Inuyasha only gave her a challenging smirk, basically asking her to make a bet with him the next time he had claws.

With force, he wrapped his arms around her thighs from underneath before tugging her closer to him, though still keeping her on the futon. The sudden jolt had the woman beneath him give off a yelp, feeling both exposed and surprised. Keeping his right arm wrapped around her thigh, he brought his head closer to her core. Usually, he was practically drooling from the scent of her and now would have been no different if his nose were the same. She was glistening with the slick of her yearning, making it hard for him to keep himself restrained - a sight only he had the privilege to see, only he had the privilege to cause.

Taking his index and middle finger, Inuyasha watched as they slid within her effortlessly. Feeling how tight she was just with two fingers, it amazed him that she was able to take any more than that.

"Mnuh! Inu...yasha!" she preened, only to release a much louder cry as his mouth descended onto her, "Uhn! Yes!" she moaned, reaching for the hand that rested in the crook of her pelvis, arm wrapped around her thigh. The touch of her hand against his had him immediately lacing their fingers together, holding her hand as he continued to lick and suckle against her clit. All the while, he began a very deliberate movement with his fingers, sliding them in and up before pulling out and repeating the same thing.

The pressure of her hips pressing against his mouth only made him want to go harder, fingers picking up their pace as he flicked his tongue against her clit.

His mouth was like a god, bringing her closer and closer to nirvana as his mouth made crude, wet noises in his efforts to bring her to her peak. He didn't just use his tongue or his lips, he used every part of his mouth to ensure that she wasn't able to think of anything but him.

Arching her back off the futon, she realized just how close he'd brought her to that point and quickly. The grip on his hand tightened, the other reaching over her head and gripping the futon beneath her, "Inuyasha! Inu-" she went quiet for a moment, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she climbed up further and further until she rocketed down the other side. A hitched cry left her as a full-body shudder coursed through every nerve in her body.

The rush of her orgasm coated his tongue and fingers, groaning and humming against her core as he felt her writhe against him. Mouth ever relentless, he continued his ministrations until she begged him to stop, only then pulling away with a grin of pride, "Fuck, even now you taste good."

Pulling his fingers from her, he sucked them clean in the hopes of getting every last drop of her he could get. Kagome barely noticed, thighs collapsing in on each other when he released his hold. An arm was draped over her eyes as if she were afraid to open them. Both of them were panting, but Inuyasha wasn't done with her yet - they still had plenty of time until morning.

Climbing over her, he practically covered her completely by their size difference. Holding himself up on one arm, he used the other to first spread her thighs for him to comfortably situate himself between and then used the same hand to pull her arm from her face shortly after. He could see why she'd hidden her gaze from him, seeing just how completely lost she was in their shared euphoria, "Inuyasha..." she whimpered, voice weak from her constant moaning, "It's...too much..."

Like hell it was. He knew she'd taken more and for much longer.

"We're not done, Kagome." The words themselves could have been taken as aggressive, but the way he'd said them, almost gentle and more so coaxing. It only seemed more that way as he dropped to his elbow, turning his arm for her to rest her head on the fore of it. It brought him closer to her, Kagome happily sinking into the added touch. With that same arm, the hand attached was free, managing to take Kagome's within it.

He needn't a hand to guide him, his cock sliding into her effortlessly as he pushed his hips forwards. Sheathing himself to the base, he couldn't help but give out a long, low groan as his wife turned her head to the side with a whimper, "It's...I'm-" There was no coherent thought, no proper words that she could string together, "Nuh! Full!"

His hips began a slow, gyrating motion but still enough to pull himself out of her completely before pushing back in, "Kagome - oh fuck." All he could do was rest his forehead against her shoulder, continuing that same slow rotation of his hips, making sure he pushed in every last inch of him before pulling out to the head, "I can't believe you're mine," he finally managed to say through heated breaths.

"I'm yours. Every part of me," she wrapped her legs around his waist to draw him in closer, "Yours."

He'd been sitting at the edge of the abyss for too long, already feeling the building heat in his core that was soon to explode. Her words only encouraged it.

Digging his head in the crook of her neck, he released a hitched groan from deep in his chest. A release that had come after a few quicker, more erratic thrusts. Kagome could feel how he tensed against her, his grip on her hand holding much more tightly and he spilled every last drop of himself into her. Through every aftershock, he kept himself pressed into her completely while both of them struggled to regulate their breathing.

Somehow, without him realizing, he'd kicked off his hakama completely, leaving both of them equally as nude.

When his mind returned to his body, he pressed gentle kisses to her collarbone and throat, receiving desperate whimpers in return, "Inuyasha...my body-" it was oversensitive, every nerve within her being on high alert. Turning her head towards him with his free hand, he pressed a lingering kiss to her lips with Kagome easily returning it.

Resting his head on her chest, he closed his eyes, listening to the racing of her heart with a smug grin, "We still have hours before the sun comes up," he mused, hearing Kagome's whine of refusal.

"You won't have a wife if we keep going," she teased, taking her free hand and running her fingers through the inky blackness of his hair, "Did I tire you out enough to sleep?"

A scoff was his immediate response, lifting his head to peer up at her before giving a smirk, "Takes more than that to wear me out, woman. I may be human, but doesn't matter much when I know it's you who'll be the one screamin' for me."

"How romantic," the sarcasm seeped from her with a lightness to it.

As resistant as she was towards his offer of another round, she couldn't help but whine at the feeling of emptiness as he pulled from her to lie on his back. That same arm was beneath her head, pillowing it as their hands remained together.

They lay there in silence for a minute, simply panting and trying to catch their breath as they basked in the afterglow of it all. Eventually, though, Inuyasha curled his arm towards him, causing Kagome to roll towards him and end up with her head on his chest. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders, making it easier for the two of them to remain holding hands.

How Kagome didn't manage to pass out after that, Inuyasha didn't know, though she'd been close once or twice. And when the sun climbed over the horizon, she only had to blink to see her husband in his normal form. Then, and only then, did she allow herself to sleep, only hoping that he did the same.

#inukag fic #inukag fanfiction #inukag smut #inukag oneshot #inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha fic

[isolaradiale]

Welcome to the Springtide Festival!

A Note: This is not an event and does not count as event participation towards ranking up. This is merely a collection of fun, lighthearted activities and starter ideas that will persist throughout the duration of the festival.

Spring has arrived, and with it the colours and aromas of recently bloomed flora, the excitement the people of Spirale share during the change of season, and best of all... city-wide celebrations! Never a group to waste the opportunity for a good festival, the citizens of Spirale have set up a number of fun activities to last until April 6th at 11:59:59PM EST. You’re encouraged to use any or all of these ideas in your threads until then!

FIBONACCI WARD

[DANCE PARTY PUN] Venues have opened up on Levels 3 and 4 with the sole purpose being to host dance parties! The buildings can hold a large amount of people at once and a variety of snack foods and drinks are served for cheap for when you’re not busy dancing. No musical genre goes unappreciated here, and if you stick around long enough, odds are you’ll hear music from your home world being played too!

FLARE-AL ARRANGEMENT Lining the entire edge of the canyon are fireworks launchers, loaded every morning to prepare for a fireworks show every night once the sun goes down. The display can be seen from just about anywhere in the ward thanks to just how many fireworks there are! The show is different each night so it doesn’t get too repetitive, but there will always be fireworks that explode into flowery shapes. How many flowers can you recognize?

COTES WARD

HORTICULTURESCOPES Courtesy of the Fibonacci Institute for Science, Technology, Magic and Energy, interactive bio-domes have been placed in several parks throughout the ward, with a friendly lab coat wearing representative to assist you. Each dome has a kiosk with a platform to stand on, which will scan your body and match it to a plant that best fits you! The kiosk will then plant a seed of it in a clay pot for you to take home—instructions on how to care for it are included! Rumour has it that if two people stand on the platform together, something different may bloom...!

SPRING INTO ACTION If action movies are your thing, then you’re in luck! A local cinema has set up a large movie screen in one of the parks near Little Tokyo and will be hosting movie nights every Saturday and Sunday starting at sundown, showing one to three action movies every night, including fan favourites like The Germinator, Plant-Man, and Maws.

GOLDEN WARD

PETAL TO THE MEDAL A large, outdoor go-kart structure has sprung up in the Boardwalk amusement park. It features multiple layers of tracks and a daily leaderboard to see who can set the fastest lap time. Races are held constantly as long as the boardwalk is open, and first place winners receive a gold painted, flower shaped medal and a bouquet of real flowers to take home.

WITH FLYING COLOURS On Golden Wards beach, kites of all shapes, sizes, and colours have taken to the skies! Flying a kite was already a popular beach-goer activity, but it’s even more encouraged now as you are given a choice of kites to borrow if you don’t already have one! Plenty are themed after a variety of flowers, others are small forest critters, and a few that seem to just be patches of fabric hastily sewn together... which kite speaks to you?

ARCHIMEDES WARD

SCRAMBLED EGGS A classic easter egg hunt! Colourful, plastic eggs have been hidden around the ward by volunteering organizations and businesses. Inside the eggs you can find all sorts of small things, like jewelry, flowers, gift cards, live frogs, and more! How did the live frogs get in the eggs, you ask? Eggcelent question.

THAT’S A LATTE FLOWERS One of the cafes is hosting latte art competitions every day! Specifically, latte art of flowers. Roses are all well and good, but who can make the best latte art of a spider lily? A bleeding heart? Is it you? Maybe! If it is you, you’ll be the lucky winner of a daily free coffee for the next month and get a photo of your latte art featured on the wall of the cafe!

THE INTRASPACE

FIBONACCI INSTITUTE FOR SCIENCE, TECHNOLOGY, MAGIC AND ENERGY’S LAZERZ OF LEGEND Everyone in the city is invited to partake in what the Institute promises as "a lazer tag battle like you've never seen before!" Upon logging in to the Intraverse and entering the Lazer Tag portal, you will be randomly assigned to one of four teams: purple, green, red, or blue. You will receive a lazer gun and be outfitted with an irremovable lazer tag vest. The arena is the size of a ward and rearranges itself every night at midnight, but team scores will persist until the end of the Springtide Festival. The winning team will be granted with bragging rights... and a badge on each members Intraverse Profile. Abilities and other weapons will be disabled while in the arena, and cheating will result in being kicked from the game. Pew pew.

BABIE TOWN LIFE A limited time Intraspace game that allows you to design a chibi, animal avatar for your character and run your own town. Time in Babie Town Life matches time in the real world, so make sure to come out now and again! You can visit other peoples’ towns or create your own, just keep in mind any attempted violence will have you expelled from the game! 

THE MISTWOOD

TERRES-TREE-AL SUPPORT The planet could always use more trees! A safe passage has been made into the Mistwood, leading to an area called the Traveler’s Garden. Volunteers there will give you a small tree sapling when you arrive for you to plant and help grow the forest. Where you plant yours is up to you, just try to remember so you can come see how your tree is doing in 20 years!

[mirkysconcubinefiction]

Quietly Jaded

Pairing: Omega!Peter/Alpha!Kingpin -- Omega!Peter\Avengers.

Summary: Peter Parker is an Omega masquerading as a Beta. A story of student loans, Avengers wanting Spiderman, Avengers wanting Peter Parker for his Omega status, and Peter just done with them. He doesn't need them - he already has an Alpha. Not the best Alpha but... Well... Fuck.

Tags: Major AU, ABO world, Heats/Ruts, Drug Abuse, Dark Personalities, College Peter, Dubious Consent, more added later.

Part 1

Peter hadn't always been the silent type. It grew on him with time. Losing friends, losing family, it was just easier to not talk than to talk - besides school there wasn't much to talk about.

Not like he could discuss being Spiderman?

With college dreams came college debt and even with grants and scholarships, student loans kept a roof over his head and food in his stomach.

Legally no one had to know his gender. He didn't act like most Omegas or Alphas so many people presumed he was a beta which wasn't a bother.

Betas were a safe median.

If Peter Parker was a Beta then so was Spiderman. 

Hero's or vigilante's of justice weren't titles Omegas carried. Not that they were incapable but mostly the world was a shitty place and he was safer as a Beta than Omega.

No worries of being snatched.

No worries of his degree somehow being mishandled.

No worries of being treated like a damsel in need of a minder. Modern America, as progressive as any first world country, was still archaic in nature to a Omegas ability to cope outside of a Pack or Alphas knot.

.

It started as a curiosity or so that's how Peter saw it as. The Avengers paying attention to him was... Unneeded but the geek in him was intrigued.

First was Tony Stark aka Iron Man who appeared from nowhere one cool Autumn evening. It was a quiet night, the witching hour, a time where nothing really happened in the never quiet city. Sitting on a swing made from his webs he was eating a sandwich from his favorite bodega. The grandmother of seven never took no for an answer after he had saved her life and that of her children several times over the years and had even knitted him a scarf once.

Peter still had that scarf.

Mask pulled up to sit along the ridge of his nose he had sat staring out into the world with a gargoyle above him for company. 

"You're softer than I pegged you for."

His senses didn't tingle and that alone kept him there, hanging like a booger from an impossibly high building, and taking a much deserved bite from his sandwich. A cuban torta with extra adobo. 

"So. Kid. Got a name?"

Silence.

Peter chewed and ignored the floating man whose stare went from curious to frustrated.

"It's rude to not speak when spoken to."

Shoving the last of his food into his mouth Peter wiped the crumbs from his chin, pulled down his mask, and with a thumbs up, ripped an end of his webbed swing.

Plummeting like a bowling ball down... Down... And with a well-aimed (practiced) web swung himself away from sight. Iron Man wouldn't find him, not when Peter knew of a well hidden niche that he could slip into and not be seen or leave a heat signature.

Something that Iron Man was trying to do and Peter was grateful for his sensitive ears. 

.

Next was Captain America. Decked out in his uniform and shield. It was a pretty wicked shield and one that Peter had caught before it could hit the cyborg that was destroying a nameless street of the city. 

Spiderman ignored the shouts of 'traitor' and the arrows that followed him but Peter was more than a flexible arachnid. He was quite familiar with this street. It was the street that housed a shit ton of kids.

Kids that had loved it when he opened the fire hydrants or handed out frozen pops because Peter loved kids.

Not because he was an Omega.

Hell no.

He just loved kids. Kids loved him and thought he was cool.

Using the shield to block the occasional laser blast - because of course lasers - Peter lead the cyborg away. His webs helped to drag the thing and keep it from swinging wildly but Peter was more than bendy, more than, web's, he was strength and endurance. 

While the others had stopped trying to kill him - yes those were kill shots - Peter managed to drag the hefty piece of machinery away. Feet digging into the concrete, one hand fisting a bundle of his webs as the other held close to a shield that left his hand tingly. 

From the sewers a mass of crab like machines took the Avengers attention and as he finally reached an open area of an eight lane street Peter didn't panic when the cyborg finally broke free. The webbing shredding and as he fell from the slack Peter turned and tucked himself behind the shield in time for a powerful beam to hit the Vibranium and drag him backwards from the force.

Even in the face of death he thought it was cool. So cool. 

This wasn't his first time facing a cyborg. A giant imitation of a man decked out in weaponry with a human brain attached in its center. Cyborgs bled green and their eyes were yellow pinpoints of awareness. 

Cool but creepy. 

Very creepy. 

With one hand he sent out a web, latched onto a bus and swung it towards the cyborg that put all its attention to the massive vehicle, using each arm to fire laser beams - still so cool - missing Captain America's shield that hit where the brain sat.

Right side, 8 inches from the center, shield at a 70° angle.

A stream of green blood - plasm - and brain matter coated the streets. The shield hit the ground at a roll and lodged into the side of a brick building. A hair's breadth away from the man who had aimed arrows at his head.

Peter was sad that he missed. Not that he couldn't have killed the man but Spiderman had an image to keep up and he was sure kids were peaking through blinds. 

If Hawkeye stared at the shield with wide-eyed 'what the fuck', Peter accepted that as payment.

Asshole.

Had Peter been... Well... Nicer... He would have thrown himself back into the fray helping the Avengers finish iff the crab robots except Peter wasn't that nice and he wasn't that forgiving.

Padding to the twitching machinery Peter took a moment to web himself a mat on the ground and take apart the cyborg. He was quick, knowing exactly what he wanted and where to find it, bundling it in his own web Peter pulled up the edges and folded the edges together and without a backwards glance he left. 

Fuck the Avengers.

.

As Spiderman Peter had the nasty habit in bumping into random heros with hero size complexes and it got to the point where he just waved at the several who tried to stalk him. 

They weren't as stealthy as they thought they were.

As Peter Parker there was no Avengers just debt and homework. The two worlds very rarely collided. Peter Parker was a nobody... Well... He was on the Deans List and top 12% of the university when it cam to grades even if his attendance was far from stellar. 

Thankfully he had made a friend with a doctor who wrote really nice perfectly excusable doctor notes. 

He had done the math. It would be a 2.8% chance he would catch the eyes of anyone Hero related. Nothing he did as a regular schmoe would catch anyone's attention. 

Really.

Honestly.

Of course he never fraction in his own Parker Luck. 

Fuck his Parker Luck and Fuck his inability to think properly after a near 27 hours of no sleep and a lab all to himself. At 1am he had the building to himself and the key card to prove it! 

At 1 am and still wide-eyed with a brain that wouldn't shut off, Peter shouldn't have been allowed near anything that contained chemicals besides H2O. Instead he had 2 walls dedicated to his scribbles with a rainbow of color - thank you crayola - a pyramid of Styrofoam microwaveable ramen and a teetering tower of hot pocket boxes, and a keurig. 

He had an unlimited - well half a box left - of hot chocolate to tide him over and a bag of mini marshmallows to keep the shakes away as he worked on his thesis. Technically his thesis was typed, edited, and awaiting a last read through BUT he was stuck. 

He was so close to creating the perfect drug that he was vibrating with a desperate energy as his friends - the machines scattered around the room - worked to show him if his calculations were correct or he had to start again. 

Staring at the board Peter needed to distract himself from the whirring and beeping. Headphones in place he jump started his bluetooth and filled the silence with his google playlist set to play his thumbs up.

As it was so late and he was alone in the building Peter didn't think singing along to his playlist would be a big deal. Being an Omega he had few quirks that were... Questionable. 

Omega's were notorious for their allurement beyond their scent. Many were artists, creators of music, rhythm, designers, they were architects, chefs, Omegas were once considered Sirens and Muses of the God's... While Peter could sketch and recite the periodic table backwards and forwards he could sing.

There was something about his voice that could draw attention or put someone to sleep if he so wished. A lullaby sung softly and with his will alone he could hush a colicky baby in minutes much to the relief of the parents he had babysit for. 

Peter blamed Toni Braxton. 

Peter blamed the open windows to the lab.

Peter blamed the chaos that happened less than a mile away from the University and the Hulk that somehow broke away from the group and all but bulldozed himself to the lonely building off set from the rest of the school. 

Peter blamed... Well... He blamed Tony Stark for being a nosy douche of a man and tuning into the voice singing a very heartfelt rendition of un-break my heart. 

Outside the lab Tony watches as the Hulk shifts back to being just Bruce and the man is swaying, "Omega." 

Tony's gaze swivel down to where Bruce is laid out on the ground, dazed. "What?" Had he heard the man right.

"Hulk..." It was difficult to speak so soon after a change but Bruce managed one more word, "Omega." And it didn't take much to put two and two together and Tony moved until he was hovering by the only window lit out of the building.

Hair a mess, clothes askew, ass perched on the a desk, sat a young man staring at a dry erase board and hands moved with each dip and rise. The boy was moving, a dry eraser in one hand and a purple marker in another as he wrote a different scribble. 

Tony was smart, brilliant even, but even if he squinted he couldn't make out what was written. There was numbers with familiar sequences but even JARVIS who had scanned the room was at a lost and suggested the scribbles were a code.

Quiet filled the room and he took that moment to shush his team and soon another song had the younger man humming, head nodding to a beat.

"Send away for a priceless gift One not subtle, one not on the list Send away for a perfect world One not simply, so absurd In these times of doing what you're told

Keep these feelings, no one knows

What ever happened to the young man's heart? Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart..."

Maybe he was just tired but Peter didn't feel the eyes watching him. There was no warning from his spider senses just a quiet madness as he darted through the room. The keurig churning out hot chocolates and fueling the madness of no sleep and rainbow scribbles.

.

A.M. comes with bright lights and failure.

It was tempting to swipe the board clean but Peter was passed out under the only desk that would block out the sun with his lumpy backpack as a pillow.

It's an awkward way to sleep but Peter isn't picky. He's slept in worse conditions, even upside down once, and he had a 48 hour hold on that particular lab. 

The click of the door unlocking doesn't wake him. The tap of heeled leather Oxford shoes doesn't wake him as said shoes stroll through the room until they pause right where he was sleeping. 

Eye's hidden by sunglasses worth more than all the textbooks he was sleeping on, Peter didn't notice the frown on the man's face or the flurry of texts the man was sending before he crouched and woke Peter with a gentle nudge.

What did wake Peter was his alarm on his phone. A far too loud alarm that startled him enough he jerked awake, banging an elbow and his head on the desk. Swearing a storm, mind addled by sleep, Peter fumbled for his phone and dropped it.

Blinking at the pair of dress shoes, Peter held his breadth as he looked up... And up... Into familiar brown eyes. "Who the fuck are you?"

An eyebrow arched, "Everyone knows who I am."

No. Spiderman knew Tony Stark. Peter Parker could care less. "Are you lost?" 

"Nope." The man rocked on his heels, eyes gazing around. "Came to see you. Interesting finding someone like you here of all places."

Peter frowned, "I'm not squatting. I wouldn't be the first person catching a nap trying create something big."

"Big hu?" His hands slipped into his slack pockets, "the hot pockets are shit for your metabolism by the way."

"They're cheap and I'm broke. I'm guessing you wouldn't understand the concept of broke." Peter tried to lay back down and cover his eyes with his arm, legs folded. 

"Yet with no full-time job you somehow have managed to chip away at your student loans. I'm impressed."

A warning buzz settles over him and Peter keeps himself as nonchalant as he can unwilling to give the Alpha the show of panic that he felt. "This is a school of side hustles. Take your pick and leave."

A moment passes in quiet but Tony doesn't leave. Why would he? "Quite rude." The man murmurs, "Is that anyway to..."

"Leave before I call security." Peter interrupts, "You're a strange old man alone in a room with a sleeping student, only perverts stay where they're not wanted."

"Pervert? Pervert!"

"Yes. Pervert." Arm dropping away Peter made a point to glare into the yellowish hue of the glasses. "I've asked you to leave and you refuse. You are not my professor or the janitor. This is my lab and either you picked the lock or bribed someone and I'll be sure to tell the Dean that a creepy old man was allowed into his building to harass a student."

"Actually this is my lab. I own this building." Tony expected some form of recognition instead he got snark. 

"Did you piss on the wall or write your name on it like a petulant child?"

It's not often that Tony finds himself without words but his lips part in surprise before. He lets out a whoosh of air shakes his head. "For an Omega you're a mouthy little thing."

The quiet is met with Peter blinking and Tony waiting. If Peter was smart he would have immediately denied any accusation or stood in righteous anger... Instead the younger man laughed. "That..." Peter folded his hands on his stomach and grinned, "is quite a compliment thank you." Tony frowned and Peter batted his eyelashes. "I'm pretty enough to pass for an Omega has to be the nicest thing anyone has said to me this semester."

"Just this semester?" Tony couldn't help but ask.

"Yep." 

The quiet stretched far longer than was comfortable and Tony sighed, "I have a proposition for you."

"No."

His carefully constructed speech and patience flew out the window as he was interrupted, "No?"

"No." Peter repeated, slowly. "N. O." He spelled out just in case.

"No? You can't tell me no."

"I can, I did, and I don't care." Peter frowned before he unfolded himself and crawled out from under the desk and brushed the dust off his wrinkled two-day old clothes, "Alphas who can't accept a no and argue over the word are a danger to society." Tony wasn't sure how someone that wasn't eye level could make him feel small.

"Do you know who I am?" The kid arched a brow, took a step back, and eyes him from the tips of his shoes to his perfectly coiffed hair. 

"Yes." Tony preened, "You're a misogynistic ass hole who thinks you can walk into my lab unannounced and get away with harassing a student and bringing up genders as if the position of my scent glands justifies your casual dismissal of my constitutional rights. You can't belittle or coerce me into agreeing to anything you have to say based on your purse strings or that you imply ownership on a building that was built from multiple donations. If I was an Omega I have every right to kick you in the nuts and get away with scratching your eyes out."

Tony's lips pressed into a firm irritated line.

"Seeing as I'm not I'll just settle for telling you to get the fuck out of my lab or I will scream murder. I'm a beta on beta kinda guy, so keep your paws off my no-no spots."

It was unexpected, Tony twitched as Peter's hands touched him - shoved him really - right out the door. Tony would never admit to sputtering or tripping over his own feet as he was pushed out the lab and the door firmly locked behind him. 

Confused and slightly embarrassed he adjusted his blazer and nonchalantly walked away. I'm a beta on beta kinda guy... the words are like oil and water, his skin tingles where the younger man's hand roamed, the heat that made that primal part of his brain rear up and whisper Omega.

Spiderman was an escape. 

There was times when he could swing away his worries with dizzying feats of near deaths, the adrenaline rush doing more for him than any drug on the market. 

There was times, like that morning, when he would climb to the highest point, tuck himself into a corner, and hide. He was a millennial with a safe space and it was the safest space to exist in N.Y. 

Just him and the pigeons. 

Times like this he wondered how far he could fall without instinct there to make him survive and carry on another day? 

Curling in on himself he hugged his knees tight to himself and let the tears fall. It wasn't often that he cried but when he did it was usually quiet and when he was alone. No one could see him weak, no one could see him break, no one could... A trumpet broke his depressive silence. An unexpected noise at an impossible height except it was a drone. 

The four propellers were whisper quiet and a white flag waved in the wind.

"Fuck." Summed it up.

A 3d hologram appeared and it was the image of Princes Leia kept him sitting, curious, vs jumping off the ledge. "Hello itsy bittsy spider."

Peter narrowed his eye's and flicked out a web, the drone was quick to swerve.

"You're cordially invited to attend a gathering..." Diving off the building was a better option than listening to Tony Stark invite him to a Tea Party as if they were friends. You don't forgive people who tried to kill you.

Especially if they didn't apologise.

Especially if they stalked you.

.

Since being bitten by a radioactive spider like some weird comic book character, Peter had gone through physical and mental changes. Presenting as an Omega had come later, in fact his first spike of heat happened during a particular difficult battle with none other than Kingpin himself.

It had been a gory fight with Peter having to plow through layers of underlings from normal everyday thugs to enhanced goons that were blood thirsty to get the bounty Kingpin had put on his head.

It was a hefty bounty too.

Just enough where Peter contemplated killing himself off for profit. Kingpin had been his usual boastful self and holding a weapon that was more sci-fi than the usual glock.

They had stood in a penthouse that had made him hyper aware he was dripping blood on the cream-colored carpet and the beautiful statues were judging him. 

Kingpin had a spiel like all super villains and Peter had listened as his mind raked over how he would survive this encounter when the A.C. kicked on. Cool filtered air pushed from the vents, Peter had shivered as it passed over his heated flesh that peaked from the patches of bare skin, it had taken moments for that devilish curl of the Kingpin's lips to unfurl and something else come forth.

Kingpin was a force of human nature. Built by weights and sheer spite. He was aggression, darkness, he was the devil amongst demons, he was a pendulum that swung between the dark side of the underworld and the light side of a family man. 

Most importantly. 

Kingpin was an Alpha. 

An Alpha tied to a Beta and a son.

Dark blue eyes shifted, bleeding red before the massive bulk of a man lifted the gun and fired a single shot. The sizzle of the blast prickled the side of his face as the beam shot over his shoulder and the thump of a body falling told him that his spider senses were off. 

Peter had studied many things but Omegean Biology wasn't one of them. He knew the fundamentals like many but the liquid fire that pooled at the base of his spine and slithered its way up left him standing rigid and an ache between his legs had him hissing.

Peter didn't remember closing his eyes, he didn't hear Kingpin move, his senses were so out-of-order he flinched when a large hand settled atop his head. "Shhh." Peter felt himself tugged into Kingpins girth, it had made him tremble and a whine had escaped him.

Later. Much later. Peter would learn that the man who was intent on killing him had cuddled him on an impossibly massive bed, the Alpha crooning, hands that could bend steel caressed him like a lover would, and for three days helped him through his first heat.

"Call me Wilson. Wilson Fisk."

Awareness had come in doses. The feel of soft cotton against his bare skin, the slick between his thighs, the ache somewhere deep and personal, classical music played in the background drowning the hitch in his chest, relief had been a burst of gratitude as shaky fingers touched the familiar texture of his torn mask.

The stretchy fabric cover his nose an encircled his cheeks and curved along his brow, seemingly glued to his skin. Hair, ears, lips, and chin were as exposed as the rest of him.

Before Peter could sit up a hand came from no where and settled on his chest, thumb and finger digging into his collarbone as he was pushed back into the mattress.

Pliant.

Weak.

A mess. 

Kingpin was a solid presence he hadn't noticed until that moment. Hard naked lines with impossibly wide shoulders and solid smooth skin with not a hint of hair except for two perfectly sculpted eyebrows that furrowed in contemplation. "Where do we go from here Spiderman?" 

It had been when that hand slipped and encircled his throat did Peter feel his body involuntarily move. Legs splaying openly and back arching as a familiar haze of arousal overwhelmed the need to run.

Wilson was an exceptional lover. His first Alpha, his first Knot, Peter never expected to be the Mistress of his arche nemesis, he didn't expect to have heats that were bursts of short frequent intervals, he didn't expect the open invitation to spend it with the Alpha, and he didn't expect the absolute possessiveness of Wilson or just how much control an Alpha like Wilson had over an Omega like Peter. 

"Save the world but you will not interfere with my organization and you will be my most prized possession."

It was a story twisted by biology, twisted by the illogical logic of an emotion one could say was love if you squint, and the reason Spiderman dressed as a different character jumped from the side lines and into traffic, using his strength to flip a car that was chasing the Kingpin. 

It rankled something deep that the urge to protect made him feel like a villain and the mocking laughter of Kingpin getting away hit him hard. 

Fighting The Avengers to keep the Alpha alive had never been part of the plan, watching the chase from a random store front window, hearing the helicopters, it was a spur of the moment decision to steal a face bandana with a skull smile and a pair of polarized wide swimming goggles.

Running fast and hard he didn't use his webs and instead focused on his natural talent and that primal urge to protect the knot-head responsible to keep him blissed out for his next upcoming heat.

Toe to toe with Captain America and the Winter Soldier was... Thrilling. As Spiderman there was an awareness of maintaining his cool but as a stranger with a cheap mask and flannel shirt Peter could catch the Winter shoulders Vibranium arm and force the man to the ground before kicking Captain America's shield and tossing the pompous soldier away like a rag doll.

Peter's body moves on auto pilot as he flips backwards and moves with grace and fluidity as a mess of weaponry aim for him. Between Iron Man's blasts, Hawkeyes arrows, Black Widows bullets, Peter feels like he's dancing on the edge of death and it leaves him feeling hot and aroused. 

Slipping beneath an abandoned truck he sticks his hand on the underside and with hard pushes against the asphalt he uses the truck to plow through what traffic is left and holding his breadth Peter pushed up with his leg and the truck flipped, the roof smashing on the ground and catching sparks.

Letting out a whoop, his flannel shirt wafting in the air he grinned behind the mask as he surfed for a stretch of time before coming to a halt and with Iron Man trailing him Peter ran.

Hard.

Fast.

Through the city.

Forcing the Avengers to chase him and not Kingpin.

More later...

*Part 2*

#Quietly Jaded #mirkysconcubinefiction #Peter Parker/Kingpin #kingpin #peter parker #avengers #Marvel #slash #yaoi #omega peter #bamf peter parker #alpha kinpin #alpha steve #alpha tony #alpha bucky #alpha sam #fanfiction #au #spiderman #fanfic

[chimswae]

BTS Caretaker CH34

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 5,092

- Author Note: Hello! i am finally updating on time hahaha :< okay im being serious!

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Chapter 34

“Seul! Don’t forget the rice, you don’t want those starving boys to eat side dishes only” she heard her mom hollered from the kitchen while Seul fixed her hair hurriedly. “Yes mom! Coming” with one final glance, she exited her room and lifted the heavy bags on the ground to be brought to studio where Bangtan had their filming.

Mrs Hwang looked unamused watching her daughter’s struggle “Are you sure, you don’t want Hoon to help you with those?” Hoon’s ears perked up in interest when he heard his name being called.

“Nuna won’t let me, she is possessive over her Bangtan oppas” Seul sneered, throwing daggers at Hoon’s away. Their mother nodded with an unknowing smile that annoyed her even more. The longer she stayed it would only give them the upper hand to make fun of her.

Sulkily, Seul pushed her body to the front door, slipping on her favourite sneaker “Tell your oppas that I say hi” she teased.

“Mom! Don’t gang up on me with Hoon. I am leaving” she pursed her lips into a pout, as she exited the apartment. Seul made her way to the studio with happy thoughts, and since she hadn’t seen the boys for weeks, it doubled her excitement.

Earlier that day she received a call from Manager Sejin who seek assistance from Seul since there was no available staff to handle Bangtan’s lunch. Considering that they had to reschedule the filming of their new music video earlier than they had planned, the team managed to get almost everyone on the set except one or two runners who supposed to look after the boys’ welfare during the filming.

That was how Seul came in, indeed she’s quite helpful at some point. Seul might be an amateur about how the industry work, but this young lady could adapt with her surrounding super-fast, which made her the perfect runner whenever Bighit in need of extra hands.

Arriving at the scene one hour before their lunch break, cheerfully, she skidded inside greeting the staffs along her way. Some staffs that she used to work together in Las Vegas before looked excited and happy to see her again. As soon as her eyes landed on Semmy, the head stylist, her smile turned into a wide goofy grin “Unnie!” she walked over to the older woman.

“Seul, oh god! Good to see you again. I heard from Sejin that you are coming, are those the boys’ food I see inside the bags?” she showed off her cute dimple smile.

“Glad to see you again unnie! Yes, it is theirs. Where can I place this?” Seul beamed while her eyes scanned the huge indoor studios until it stopped on the set not far from her. The set looked pretty colourful with a touch of galaxy and universe element around them, she assumed the concept was different from their previous comeback. Scuff marks on the floor was evident which simply means they had went through the dance non-stop since god knew when.

Those hardworking babytans would not let take anything for granted.

“Their waiting room, the boys are having their shoot next door. There is another set which is like this. Let me help you” Semmy offered to carry one of the bags and led the way to the waiting room. Seul could hear loud music beyond the wooden wall and to know that the boys were there put her heart at ease at least.

Placing the bag down, Seul carefully took out the lunchboxes one by one setting it on the empty table with a soft smile. Obviously, it was past their lunch time, she wondered how they got their energy to dance hard without having proper food.

“You can wait here, they will finish in an hour maximum, so let me know if you need anything. I need to check on them” Semmy packed necessary items inside her small pouch hanging loosely around her waist. Glancing at the clueless girl, she finally cracked another sweet smile as if she could read Seul’s mind.

Semmy let out a soft chuckle “It would be great if you are willing to help me, assisting the boys. Are you up for it?” upon hearing the offer, it only took her five seconds to respond with so much enthusiasm.

“Yes! Can I help? I don’t think it will be fun to sit here alone” the latter then smiled shyly.

“Of course, Seul. I would love to have you back in my team even it is for this period only, lets go. Bring extra facial tissues and compact powder, you may need to dry off their sweat” Seul obeyed the charismatic head stylist and quickly picked up necessary items before setting off with her to the other side of the world.

The world with sweet manly scent.

There was no doubt this thick smell in the air was made for manly men like Bangtan, fresh and musky.

Semmy and Seul were greeted by friendly smiles from the staffs who seemed busy cleaning the black scratches on the floor, and few men were fixing the lights at the corner which was used for the filming. Her eyes once again wandered around to find the exact faces that she had been dying to see since weeks ago. Stood behind the director were Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi looking serious in their discussion.

On the other hand, Taehyung and Jimin were sitting side by side getting pampered by their stylist noona. Those two were sweating so much that they had to dry off the jackets that they wore so it could be worn again for the next take. Meanwhile, Jin and Jungkook were nowhere to be seen near them. They were off to washroom or something, she thought.

Sunshine Hoseok was the first one who noticed her presence there and threw the warmest smile ever. It did not stop right there, like a flash, she saw him already making his way toward her, pulling the small girl into his embrace “I missed you” he whispered earnestly.

“I thought it was a one-sided thing. I missed you too Hobi. So much!” she returned the hug as passionate as his. “Seul, you look thinner. Did you overwork yourself?” Seul pulled away from the hug and stared at the leader with a scoff.

“Speak for yourself Namjoon-ssi. Look at you guys! It is not even a month, and you guys looks skinnier than the last time I saw you. How is this possible?” she exclaimed in disbelief. For an odd reason, Yoongi stood stiffly there behind the director without moving an inch. Neither did he greet Seul nor he smiled like he usually did. Seul couldn’t help but to notice Yoongi’s odd behaviour, it seemed a little off to her.

Did she do something to upset him?

Or was it the stress from this filming messing his mind?

“It is promotional period missy; therefore, it is normal for us to appear healthy and good in front of Armys” an arm slung around her shoulder from her right-side startling her, then she realized it was Kim Seokjin.

“Jinnie!” her eyes twinkled in happiness to finally see that handsome man again this close to her. It was obvious among the boys, only Jin didn’t go through such a drastic change. Deep down inside she’s glad to see everyone looking healthy and energetic just that she wouldn’t never understand why it mattered to lose a little weight during their promotional period.

Absurd.

The boys looked damn fine, they didn’t need to lose weight just because of this.

Namjoon lost not a little but quite a lot of his signature baby fats around his cheeks. It was one of her favourite area that she adored the most because whenever the older guy smiled, his cute dimple matched that chubby cheeks of his. Like it was meant to be that way. His face glowed up ten times more with the presence of those cheeks.

Jin squished her shoulder, smiling from ear to ear “I missed you Seul. Are you doing fine without us?” if anyone could see the obvious jealousy in Yoongi’s eyes, they would probably think the man might be able to crush Jin’s bones using that fiery eyes of his.

To her distaste, she could feel Yoongi hard gaze on her and before she could turn to find him, he was already gone. Her lips slightly parted, sighing inwardly. Seul returned her attention to Jin and chatted with him to erase the uneasiness in her for the time being. Her body was used to the job as Semmy’s temporary assistant. Moving fluidly around assisting Semmy with the boys’ hair and outfits, Seul still got the momentum.

Seul returned to the set with a new jacket that was meant for Jungkook. They had finished their group shots and were left with individual shot before having a short break. Walking up to Taehyung, Seul inquired him the maknae whereabouts “Jungkook is sitting there, waiting for his turn” he blinked and pointed out at the direction near to Jimin’s individual shot.

“I got this, thanks Tae!” she grinned.

Stealthily, she approached the figure sitting cross legged on the floor with his back facing her “Jungkook-ah” she called out softly. When she earned zero response from him, she furrowed her brows and crouched down in front of him.

Seul was surprised to see Jungkook dozed off in that position. He looked dead-ass exhausted and fragile in this state, poor guy. She rested her chin on top of her knees, as she scrutinized the man in front of her, admiring his perfect facial feature. If and only they were in a room alone, she would love to feel his soft skin at the tip of her fingers.

She expelled of a soft sigh, mentally scolding herself for being inconsistent with her feelings. Seul realized, this thing must be stopped. Leading them on would only cause pain in the future, with that she had to make up her mind soon.

There was a small movement coming from him as his nose scrunched up cutely and his head was tilted to the side slightly. With Seul quick reflex, she placed her palm under Jungkook’s chin to keep his head still, so he won’t hurt his neck when he woke up. She stayed like that ignoring her already sore arms.

Seul was lost in her own little world for her to notice every pair of eyes in the room were on both of them. Some of the staffs were already whispering at the corner, questioning their closeness. Even the busy bee Jimin stole few seconds of his time to witness the scene not far from him with a deep frown.

Semmy flicked Jimin’s forehead earning a soft whine from the cute guy “You are so obvious. Stop frowning” she teased.

“I didn’t do anything” he protested.

“Yes, you did. I smelled something burnt”

“What?” bewildered, Jimin eyes the older woman suspiciously.

A playful smirk spread across her face “Your heart it is burning” she poked fun while her fingers did her job, fixing her blond lock back to its original state. Jimin pressed his plump lips together into a thin line, ignoring Semmy’s tease to appear professional.

 Five minutes later, Jungkook was awoken by the loud noise came from Namjoon and Jin. Those two brats were basically fooling around on the dance floor, having their so called mini dance battle. Unamused by the interruption, his eyes fluttered opened only to be welcomed by Seul’s face. Jungkook blinked his eyes making sure he wasn’t dreaming. Her pale, skinnier face was serene.

“Yah..” that was the first thing came out from his beautiful lips.

Cringing, Seul raised one of her brows, tossing Jungkook a questionable expression. “Yah? That is not how you greet your nuna!” she removed her hand hastily from his chin.

“Nuna? Since when you are my nuna?” he rolled his eyes.

“Jeon Jungkook. You are becoming rude. Why are you sleeping like this? Get proper seat and take a short nap” she gave him a light pat on his back.

“It is okay nuna, since you are doing me a favour like this. I don’t mind sleeping all day” he clucked his tongue inside his mouth. Seul ruffled his hair and arose from her feet “Enough fooling around Jungkook, it is your turn soon. Take off your jacket” he looked at her with admiration.

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, while keeping that arrogant smirk of his “Nuna, you are so sly and straightforward. Can it wait till we are alone?” her eyes widened in pure horror.

“No, you idiot. Take off your jacket so you can wear the new one for your individual shot. God, you are impossible Jeon Jungkook. Who corrupts your innocent brain?” she flicked his forehead, scolding the younger guy.

He puckered his lower lips, faking his sadness to earn Seul’s sympathy “Don’t give me that pouty face. You go all daddy with me a minute ago, now you are acting like a baby” she sneered sarcastically whilst her hand helped him to take off his denim jacket.

“Daddy? So, you are into that huh…Alright…” Jungkook smiled playfully; his nose scrunched up cutely as his eyes turned into little crescents.

“Yah!”

Since when Jeon Jungkook had become this dangerous? Seul mentally cursed while she struggled with her own confusion. Do not fall for it, don’t fall for Jungkook. She reminded herself all over again.

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Finally, they wrapped up their filming the following days with their album jacket shots. It was a hectic week for everyone though the real promotion had not officially started yet until September. Semmy requested for Seul’s presence the last day of their photoshoots to assist the boys on set which she gladly complied without much objections.

Wandering around cluelessly around the large indoor set, she was looking for Min Yoongi. There was something about how he acted around her since few days ago bothering her. She couldn’t simply un-see the obvious, didn’t she?

Since they were done with the shoots, she gathered her courage to confront that man. There’s no way she let this thing slide without a closure. If she wanted to make up her mind, she might as well need to sort this small issue around her wisely.

Climbing up the stairs which led her to the rooftop, this was her last resort. She had been looking for Yoongi everywhere inside and outside the building yet he’s nowhere to be found. Pushing the door open, she hoped to see Suga beyond that door and she was right.

Seul fixed her gaze on the tall, lean figure with his back facing her. She flinched at the vivid image in front of her what looked like a cigarette between his fingers. She had no idea that Yoongi’s the type of guy that smoke, or was she objectifying him just because he’s an idol and not capable of doing such thing.

Yoongi broke his blank stare when he heard hustling sound behind him and he turned around quickly to face Seul. He looked baffled at first however annoyance took over his mind and emotion as soon as he realized it was only Seul.

“Do you smoke?” her steps were timid, yet she managed to stand beside him breathlessly.

He snapped, “How does it matter to you?”

“Of course, it does, your health matters to me Yoongi. Don’t be a brat” she frowned darkly.

“What do you want Seul?” he took a long puff on his cigarette and expelled the smoke slowly.  Seul began to cough softly, “Stop smoking and we can talk” she covered her nose to avoid herself from inhaling the polluted air around her.

“I am not in the mood to talk. Now, can you just leave and respect my personal space” he stated firmly.

Showing no sign of backing away Seul clenched her fist in anger as she raised her voice “What the hell is wrong with you?” Yoongi wanted to be offended by her sudden outburst but he knew it was his fault to start this meaningless fight with her.

“You are asking me?” he scoffed.

“Yes, idiot. What is wrong with you? You have been avoiding me the whole week. I could not ignore those daggers that you threw at me. What did I do?” Seul held back his anger wanted to hear it out from him first before jumping into conclusion.

“And you are asking me what is wrong with me?” he shook his head in disbelief. Throwing the lit cigarette on the ground, he stepped on it as he continued “You slept with Jungkook” she looked at him in bewilderment.

How in the world he had access to that information?

Did Jungkook share their intimate moment with Yoongi? Technically, they didn’t actually go all way but why would Jungkook reveal the secret to Yoongi?

Guilt consumed her as she knew it. She had committed the biggest mistake in her life by fooling around with two guys at once. No one should be blamed but her.

How’s she going to fix this.

“I didn’t sleep with him. We got carried away” her voice broke and she wondered if she could say the words she needed to.

“We got carried away too, Ji Seul” he scowled sarcastically. Yoongi raised his hand in frustration “I don’t understand. Jungkook must be one hell of a guy for you to give in that easily! Where your heart lies?” Seul chewed quivering lips preventing it from moving.

She emitted a long and deep sigh “I don’t know Yoongi”

“Damn it. Make up your mind woman!” he was looking at her intently, his eyes darken in anger. It intimidated her. She had never seen Yoongi this angry not even when Jimin calling her a bitch, this talk was serious and became a turning point to everything.

“Jungkook and I have agreed on this, we will give you time to think until we’re done with our comeback promotion”

“What? Yoongi that is impossible...”

Yoongi paused to take a deep breath “It is possible. Think about it thoroughly, I know we are not supposed to push you and forces the answer. We said we will be able to handle this until you are ready however this doesn’t work Seul-ah. This no longer only involves our feelings for you. Did you see? We want to show how much we love you through our action. We don’t want to repeat the same mistakes. We may be brothers, yet we can’t break our bro codes. We’re not sleeping with the same girl, that is fucked up” as much as she hated to be stuck in between, yet she agreed with him. For a moment, she should think the consequences of this messy love stories and stop being selfish.

Yoongi took a step forward, taking her cold hands in his “Seul-ah, make up your mind and we will accept your decision with an open heart. We are ready. Do it for us please?” his cold and demanding voice was long gone. She could feel the desperation and his sincerity making she felts extremely uncomfortable with this situation.

After a long contemplation, Seul decided to comply with their request. At the end of the day, she couldn’t stay like this forever. A decision needs to be made before things got out of hand. “Alright. I agree on that” reluctantly, she let Yoongi engulfed her into a tight hug.

The future is finally here. It’s terrifying.

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Time passes quickly, as in it’s early September already? The date of BTS Love Yourself is set to be released in mid-September. For once she wished to slow down the time, so she could have more time in hand before making the biggest decision in her life.

Truth to be told, Jungkook and Yoongi did not show any obvious flirting towards her lately. Thankfully, they were giving her some space for herself to think and reflect. Oblivious by the situation would be Jimin. Part of her was grateful that Jimin seemed to have lost his interest in her romantically yet she couldn’t help but to wander what changed him.

Jimin treated her more like a best friend or sister. The drastic change in him really triggers her curiosity, though she’s dying to inquire him about them, but she refrained the urge from embarrassing herself in front of Jimin.

That day she had decided to visit their place after her shift ended in the evening, more like she wanted to avoid Mr Kwon at all cost. She had purposely taken morning shift these days to avoid him. Considering he’d showed at the oddest time of the day, Seul found it is safer to work during the day. It is safer to do so.

The rapper line was not home yet as they were still in the studio, whilst Jimin and Jungkook were in their respective rooms doing their own things. As for Jin, he’s lazing on the couch watching random shows while playing with Odeng and Eomuk.

“Do you think Jiminie want to eat this mango pudding?” she hollered from the kitchen.

Jin tilted his head, as his finger stroke Eomuk head gently “Not sure but you can ask him” Seul nodded and closed the fridge, placing the pudding inside the glass bowl. She handed Jin the extra bowl before making his way to Jimin and Hoseok shared room.

She entered the room quietly afraid that the adorable guy was sleeping or doing something important. Seul spotted his small figure under the cover with his back facing the door. Giggling lowly, she took careful step to his bed, and sat on it.

“Jiminie..” she poked his back causing the latter to jump in surprise. “Goodness Jimin! Why are you so jumpy?!” she managed to catch his expensive phone in her hand, shooting him a judgemental look.

“Ji Seul! That is not funny!” he hissed.

“I didn’t do anything to scare you unless you are watching something illegal and dirty that I must not see. Now, let me see what is inside” the corner of her lips was tugged into a mischievous smirk. Realizing what Seul about to do, his eye shot opened as he charged towards the girl to take back his phone.

“Hey, don’t play dirty. Let me see what you are watching!” she stuck her tongue out and escaped from Jimin side to stand few feet away from his bed. She pressed her back against the wall and stared at the screen, baffled.

Seul was fascinated by the content beyond the screen “Give back my phone!” Jimin puffed his cheeks and grabbed his precious phones from Seul. However, it was too late to stop her, she saw everything.

“Jimin I have no idea that you are into that kind of thing” Seul looked to Jimin, confusion in her eyes. Feeling alarmed, Jimin sunk on his bed, rubbing his sweaty palm together nervously. His puffy cheeks turned rosy and it came to her realization, there’s more of the story than just an action out of curiosity.

It couldn’t be that right? Seul blinked, gazing at shy Jimin.

Her throat was aching to ask him that one question which invaded her mind few minutes ago. As absurd as it sounds, she must open to any possibility right. Anything is possible. Love does not have gender, it’s about the person that you love.

Okay..Ji Seul. Go for it. It is now or never. She mustered up her courage and cleared her throat.

“Jimin, do you like Jungkook?”

Flustered by the questions, Jimin stammered between his words “Y-ah..What kind of question is that? O..f course I like Jungkook” he avoided her gaze as his fingers fiddled at the hem of his pyjamas.

“Do you love Jungkook?”

He felt someone was choking him on the throat, yet he tried to remain calm in his seat, something that he failed to do since start. “He is my friend and a brother to me! Of course, I love Jungkook!” he exclaimed a little annoyed.

“Do you love Jungkook more than just a friend and a brother?” she observed his dark expression. Jimin was about to explode in embarrassment and anger, either one of it proved to her that he saw Jungkook more than just a friend.

“Ji Seul! What nonsense is this?!” he grinded his teeth together. “You out of people understand that I like you” she sighed inwardly.

“You like me, but you love Jungkook” Seul’s persistence drove him up the wall.

“YA JI SEUL!” he hissed angrily.

Seul settled on the bed sitting cross-legged, facing her figure to his direction “Okay, tell me something. I caught you reading a manhwa, which happened to be your story with Jungkook. Dude, this is a boyxboy stuff! How can I un-see this?” she watched him in amazement.

Jimin lowered his head at stared at his feet “Fuck. Stop saying nonsense. I am str-aight..I am not into man” he defended himself.

“But you are into Jungkook..” she sassed without giving the guy a break.

“I am into you” Jimin corrected.

“No, you are not. In fact, now I remember when you called me a bitch. You meant it. Bitch, stay away from my Jungkook. Is that what you are trying to convey?” Seul used her smart brain to patch the obvious signal to corner the poor man.

Jimin clenched the bedsheet with a small grunt “Seul, are you drunk. Stop assuming things that you don’t know!” he pleaded as if his life depended on it.

“I am not done Jimin. All your actions towards me were a way for you to escape from these bubbly feelings that you’ve for Jungkook. Am I right? You use me to annoy him. You don’t care whether I am going to love you back or not. You just want to experiment things, to see how far Jungkook can go in winning me. Jimin you love him, but you are in denial” his body went numb. Jimin tried to find word to protest yet this girl had outdone him in one blow. Seul unravelled his identity crisis at once.

In contrary to his sane mind, his mouth kept on denying the facts until he had enough. Jimin feared of himself. He didn’t know if it was the right to do. To love someone like Jungkook, does he deserve a great man like him? Insane.

Stigma from the society.

It was against the rule of nature.

Was it okay to go against it?

“Jimin-ah…Love has no gender, it is okay to fall in love. It’s about the person that you love. When you are in love, you just go with your heart” her soft voice soothed the misery in him. Jimin looks at her sadly, interlacing their hand together in hope to gain the energy from her.

“I am scared” said Jimin lowly.

“I don’t want things to change between me and Jungkook. We have gone through the worst shits in life together, it is just I really adored him as a little brother at first. I just wanted to protect him from everything. Then the feelings are unstoppable. It changed. I changed. I no longer see him as a friend, and it feared me. This shouldn’t be happening at first place. Until I saw you.. it was the opportunity to get myself straight. You are a wonderful woman Ji Seul, hell you’re way too perfect for me. I tried to love you just as much as I love him…I cant.. Every time I see both of you together, it angers me. I wish for once I can be you..” his eyes were blurred with tears.

Seul enveloped her arms around him, embracing him tight “You don’t need to be me. You are amazing just the way you are. Jimin-ah, I am sorry that I am not aware of your feelings for Jungkook. I didn’t mean to hurt you, forgive me” he buried his face in her shoulder, blinking his sorrowful tears like a heavy rain.

“You are special. Your feelings for Jungkook are special” she whispered, cupping his cheeks with a genuine smile. “Don’t give up. You may not be able to tell him how you feel for him now, but love doesn’t need to be spoken through words. Your actions matter the most” Jimin kissed her palms, stroking it with a deep sigh.

“How about you? Your feelings for Jungkook. Don’t let my feelings for him stop you Seul. If you truly love him, you should go for it” his sad smile ached her heart. “I only wish for his happiness, if it means he has to be with you” Seul gave his hand a soft squish.

She had given this into a deep thought, weighing Jungkook and Yoongi love were not easy as it sounds. For some reason, she wanted to choose Jungkook, yet something stopped her in the middle. Jungkook’s amazing guy, she loved his presence around giving her the utmost comfort and security in her. However, it just felt so wrong.

There was a missing piece that she had to look inside Jungkook before she made up her mind.

And, she finally found it.

Jimin was the missing piece.  

Seul was fooled by their outer appearance. How appearance can be deceiving sometimes? People only the see the perfection showed by these idols through their eyes yet they fail to see their struggle. In the eyes of the public, idols come with no flaws. They are quick to judge them without knowing what they feel.

It gave them no choice but to lie to themselves. They were not able to be hundred percent truthful and live their life as set by their company and public.

No one seems to understand their pain and struggle.

She looked at him in the eye “I made up my mind, can you trust me with this?” she spoke slowly, with an assurance that the decision that she’s about out to take from now will not pain him. Seul didn’t want to be selfish even after knowing the truth about Jimin’s real feeling. It was not easy for Jimin to open up to her about his struggle, now the least she could do was to live up to the promise that she’s about to make.

“Thank you Jimin for..telling me this” smiling softly, he hugged her tight unleashing all the sorrows in him.

Hope ever urges on, and tells him tomorrow will be a better day.

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Hate Is A Strong Word

First Part- pls enjoy and feel free to give feedback :)

ꨄ- Small time skip

ఌ- Flashback

Mark Lee, your rival, your opponent, your enemy. He looks up, a small frown on his face as he eyes the Professor. You hate how he raised an eyebrow when you made a mistake. His smirk when he was about to abolish your opinion into nothing. His scoff at proving him wrong. His evil scowl when you won extra House Points for Ravenclaw. The duels were even worse than in class. He knew you better than you knew yourself.

It sickened you.

“Pay attention!” Your friend, Bianca hisses in your ear. You know you should be. He’s a distraction. A dangerous one. But you couldn’t help it, he’s made you want to scream. His name or how much you hated him.

You widen your eyes at the thought, and class ends thankfully. You should do your Astronomy homework before anything else that has Mark Lee on top of you in your mind could swarm your mind.

But before you could follow your friend, Mark had blocked your exit, the Professor not noticing as he whispers, “Follow me, don’t give me that pout or else, Y/N.”

You barely have time to register what room you’re in by the time his hands grab your ass, his lips smashing against yours. This has been done a hundred times before, and will probably happen a thousand times again. Your leg is hoisted up by his hand, his area nearing your own before your back hits a firm wall. He quickly switches from a grind to rolling his hips against yours, a loud moan escaping you. Yes he was your enemy. You hated every single atom in his body.

But damn did he make you feel good.

“Louder.” He commands, his voice stern.

It made you even more wet, but it festered inside you as you obeyed him. You grab his blonde hair, tugging it as you roll your hips with his. That action grants you a groan from his lips as you feel his bulge grow.

“Stop that,” he growls, and you smirk. You’re getting on his nerves as you trace his chest, feeling his stomach. “No, we have our duel today, remember?” You say in his ear, leaning down to attack his neck.

“You—,” his voice goes deeper but he groans your name as you use your hips to circle around his bulge, making him bite his lip. “F-Fuck, right there. Faster, or else.”

“Or else what? Today I’m going to win, no makeout session will change that.” You whisper in his ear. He holds your hips harder and he raises an eyebrow. If he wasn’t a bastard, you would kiss him.

“Sure, doll.” He smirks and groans your name again, his voice growing raspier. It drove you crazy.

“Stop—,” you grab his shirt, obeying again. “I hate you Mark,” you remind him, as always.

“You don’t seem to hate these sessions though. Especially when I do this~,” he hums in your ear, his hand sliding up your skirt, pinching and rubbing your thighs before using his finger to slide across your folds. You curse him out, moaning his name every time you mention it. “Good,” he bites your ear as his breath gets heavier, your hips becoming desperate to go over the edge, “now scream for me.”

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You scowl, ignoring the scene that replays in your mind as the Care for Magical Creatures Professor Kyungsoo looks between his prized students. Mark Lee, the most famous and powerful Slytherin boy besides Draco Malfoy himself. Huang Y/N, twin sister of Renjun, an intelligent girl for someone who never even knew English before transferring here, easily surpassing into a higher grade.

This battle was going to be great.

“Mark, draw your wand. Y/N, follow.” Mark’s nonchalant attitude, like he didn’t make you scream his name earlier, he didn’t just use you made you even angrier. You had to win. “How many points?” The Professor looks at Mark, who shrugs, “None from my house.”

“Y/N?”

“A thousand from Ravenclaw if I lose.” Some students groan of the risk. Mark smirks and raises an eyebrow at you.

You hate him.

“On three. One,” Kyungsoo holds his cloak wide, to block the two of you. Your eyebrow bunch together as your grip on your wand tightens.

Fuck him.

“Two,”

You’re going to win.

“One.”

“PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!” You scream, your wand pointed into the direction of where Mark is. But you’re met with nothing. “Poor baby,” you hear his whisper, his disgusting coo before the sudden sensation of ropes overcomes your arms and legs. You bite your tongue from a distant memory of a week ago with him.

“Mark Lee wins. A thousand points to Slytherin.”

You’re storming back and forth in anger even before your friends close the door. Taeyong had to pull you away before you annihilated his best wizard in Slytherin. This left you to hold a fistful of hair, practically screaming, “He fucking Apparated! That’s not fair!” Taeyong hums as he looks at a Quidditch history book, “It’s not.”

“And—!” You pretend to be squeezing Mark Lee’s throat, much more than he actually did to yours, “He fucking bonded me in ropes! ROPES LUCAS!” Lucas flips, rather slowly through a Quidditch magazine, biting his lip at a photo before he looks up, “What?”

“Did you not see the fucking duel Mark and I had today?” You sigh. “Yeah. He beat your ASS!” Your other friend Ten yells as he hugs you. You shrug him off and resume fuming, “I have to get revenge. I just gave your house, Ten, a thousand points.”

“Yeah thanks for that, stupid.” Ten smiles widely at you as you pace more, “I hate him- I want revenge.” Ten sighs at your tantrum, muttering something about repetition. “Then be smart about it. Do you have anything on him? Can you do anything that can make him bend to your will?” Taeyong asks, as you look over. He shrugs as he sits up, closing his book, “That’s all I’m saying, if you hate him so much. Do whatever you like, just nothing too violent though.”

Lucas sits up and smiles as he points to a Quidditch model, her upper lip moved up slightly because of their broomstick in their mouth, her cloak revealing her right clothing, “Isn’t she hot?” You roll your eyes at your friend, “Lucas, sorry, but we can’t focus on that.”

“Ugh~,” your friend sits up, trying to lead the others in instead but can you at least look at how hot this girl is!” You sit up, your eyes widened as you watch Ten and Taeyong look over, and make some small commentary. Why do boys always focus on girls? Obviously she was trying to sexualize herself to have a bigger fanbase— Something snaps. You grab your wand, your cloak, before hugging your friend, “LUCAS YOU BIG BABY THANK YOU FOR THE IDEA!” He nods as he flips through another, making a loud gasp as you go to the Slytherin dorms, quietly whispering a spell to cloak yourself.

This idea for revenge was perfect- no, genius. You quickly find a mirror in the girl’s restroom, and whisper another spell to make your cloak green. You hated every single bit of him Mark, after all these years he still used you, no way you are going to let him get away with him now.

It was in your 3rd year you were introduced to Mark Lee. “Y/N, meet Mark. He’s doing great on the Quidditch team—,” your twin, Renjun said to you, but the boy smiles. His giggle to you made your heart flutter, and you smiled, “I’m Huang Y/N. Uh, it’s really nice to meet you.” He shook his head, bowing slightly, “T-The pleasure is all mine.”

You all hung out, in a team every Professor called the Dreamies. Sure you all said you were studying, just lounging in the library with stacks and stacks of ancient books. But that was a lie. You all were conjuring, studying, actually making new spells with each other; tucked away in the Forbidden Forest.

Jisung was in the second year when you met him, the youngest besides Chenle, he made a simple spell of changing hair colors, often to red or blonde, the Gryffindor colors. Jisung tricked teachers by coming in everyday with new hair colors, or changing it to a lighter shade every time a professor noticed or looked at him. However, he started to get dragged away, only hanging out with his housemate Lucas now. Chenle was the Hufflepuff, and already knew much more about spells than all of you combined. It could be because he came from a wealthy, popular wizard family. Because of that, he easily and quickly designed -with the help of your twin brother- a spell to make money appear out of thin air, your favorite spell. Jaemin, the flirt of the group, so it was no doubt or wonder when he made a spell to bewitch others, making a scent that attracted anyone who smelled it. Haechan is an expert on flowers, so he used sunflowers to brighten every time he smiles. It was a small party trick spell, but it was fun for him to make. Jeno was the other Hufflepuff, and he was amazing to act. With the help of your studious mind, you helped him make a cloaking spell, to change clothes, facial features. Since your brother was the one to come up with the idea, he made the first spell out of all of you. To change colors and make new ones, so he can perfect his art.

These spells united you all together, making it fun to do in class, and making pranks with each other with them. It was all your bond. The vow between you all was the most important, to never use these spells on each other, only on yourself. But you and Mark never made your own.

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“Mark Lee,” He looks up at the mention of his name, a large grin on his face as he laughs with his friend. It was Professor Jongin, who stared at Jaemin, he and Haechan with glares. “Sorry boys,” Mark mutters under his breath, standing up and straightening out his outfit, “Duty calls.”

“Go get ‘em!” Jaemin slaps his ass, laughing. “Yeah man, go beat Y/N!” Haechan teases, making Mark stomp on his foot gently. “Yeah yeah,” Mark bows to his head Professor of Slytherin.

The Professor rolls his eyes, grumbling quietly to himself as he walks towards the boats that lead out to the river, downstairs, where Mark follows.

Mark really wasn’t one to get spooked easily. But he had won at least 49 fuels against you. At least. It should’ve been time for him to see the Headmaster and speak more about the spell he was planning on creating. His own heart was beating out loud in his chest.

“Professor, may I ask where we’re going?” He mumbles quietly. “Shut. You were never asked to speak, were you?” Jongin shoots back. Mark widens his eyes. He was Jongin’s prize student. He had never done anything wrong, what was this attitude?

Nevertheless Mark continues to follow until they both get to the humid docks below the dungeons, boats floating on the river towards the Great Lake. “Professor, I apologize that I know I—,”

“Oh Mark,” he looks over to the Professor growing smaller, and taking off his cloak. “You’re so gullible sometimes,” He gasps quietly, as you turn around with a pout, “You cheated.” Even if Mark was truly astonished, he always had a great comeback, “I didn’t do anything. I went by the rules.”

“You used a rope spell.” You cross your arms. Mark smirks to himself at the idea, as he walks closer, his hands easily slipping to your waist, “Did it bring back any memories?”

“You promised,” your voice shakes with emotion, “We were going to leave our. . .sessions out of it.”

“I wanted to have a little fun, baby.” Mark’s breath is hot on your skin, and he holds you closer. That bastard. All he wanted from you is his body. Just that.

So, he’s going to pay.

You lay on his chest, looking up with wide eyes as you kiss his chest, pecking it, “Oh, well you could’ve said so.” Mark raises an eyebrow, and holds your chin as he gives a chuckle. You hate it when he chuckles. He knew that it turned you on. “Shall we do another rope session then, baby?” He says, his left hand sliding down your ass. Your wand shines gently in your cloak, and you smirk quietly. You take a quiet breath, and say in an airy voice, “I would love to, baby~,” He whispers the spell in your ear, and you gasp, when he pushes you back.

Your surroundings swirl, and you fall back on a soft, but flat surface. You growl quietly, as Mark takes off his shirt and chuckles. “You look adorable like that Y/N. So helpless. All in my control,” he flips you over, and the rope that was tied around your legs fades. He positions you on his thighs as you try your best not to glare, not to break out and scream, spit in his stupid face. “Mark~,” you pretend to whine as he grabs your hips. “I know baby,” his teeth drag on your neck and he opens your legs, letting you sit on his lap. “Put your arms around my neck,”

You obey, and he chuckles, leaning in closer to your lips instead, “Attagirl.” Mark leans back, smashing his lips into yours as you try not to groan his name into his mouth, but he bites your lips, pulling back before coming in to bruise them even more. As soon as his lips smash back into yours, teeth sinking in, you let yourself go. That’s what happens.

That’s what happened the first time.

“M-Mark,” you say before he shoves his tongue in your mouth, his hands sliding to the middle of your thighs, pressing your clit for stimulation. You roll your head back but he grabs your throat, tightly, making you feel dizzy with overwhelming pleasure. “Be good, babydoll,” Mark growls in your ear.

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You pant softly on his bed, your eyes zoning in and out of reality until you focus on Mark zipping up his pants. The aching feeling of him gone made you want to melt from embarrassment, right into his sweet scented blankets. Mark’s face appears over yours, giving you a small peck, he kisses down your ear, muttering, “I needed to release some stress, so thank you Y/N. I’ll see you in the next duel,” He kisses on another hickey, making you whimper from the pain.

“Fucker,” you sit up, wincing before you feel his hands around your waist, making you lay back down. He gives you a small smile, “I may be, but I have things to go to. If you can’t get up,” he smooths your hair out as he lets a small smirk appear, “Which I doubt you will, sleep here.”

“I would rather sleep in the Forbidden Forest!” You hiss. Mark laughs quietly and he leans in, going in close you almost puckered your lips from instinct. You groan at your body’s reaction, scrunching your nose. “Just take my bed, Y/N, you’re sore. I know that.” Mark mumbles, leaning in closer to kiss your lips. “Please baby~,” he sings on your lips.

“I hate you,” you mutter, but you nod as he kisses you once more. This time it’s soft, passionate. Something that you’ve only felt once, what felt like years ago. You hold him closer, his lips not using you, instead welcoming you, giving you soft whispers. Could you hear them? No, but you liked how it sounded. What was this feeling?

You pull away, and clear your throat. You frown your lips, forcing it.

“Whatever, go.” You say as Mark gets up, trailing his hand down your leg before squeezing your thigh and letting go. “As you wish, you stubborn witch.” He uses a blanket to cover you up, before nodding, “See you in a few hours.” You look around finally once Mark closes the door, since you didn’t have a chance to observe. The dungeon, or basement, was a lot cleaner than you expected it to be, no greasy walls, posh green furniture. Only rich, pampered students had their own rooms.

That bastard his own room! Before more hateful thoughts could come to mind, the warmth of the covers heated you up as your eyelids fluttered, making you yawn. You grab your wand, whispering for the wand to stop glowing, before taking out a piece of dark green string from the tip, smirking and rolling it on your fingers, and putting it on your wand. Your plan worked. Now all you had to do was wait for Mark to come back and you can finally trap him, and corner him.

Yet you stretch, laying more comfortably after some effort on the bed. Your mind wandering from the plan of revenge to instead how Mark really had been hard on you today, he must’ve very stressed. The way he had kissed you still lingered on your lips, as you pout, closing your eyes and grumbling his name.

“Fucking. . .rich. . .half. . .” Before you can finish an insult you fall asleep to the scent of his pinewood sheets, smelling like that one autumn. . .all those years ago.

Mark goes back outside, adjusting himself. You were so cute after each session, pretending like you weren’t fazed, that you weren’t sore, that he didn’t push you past your limit, or that you actually liked it. Knowing you for years, he can tell you lied. And, he knew when you especially loved it when he chuckled sexily. You easily went into putty just by his touch on your waist or kissing your ear.

You were weak and pathetic, just for him. Mark reveled in that, the fact that his greatest enemy now had just come to him for some sex after a duel, but of course he kept it a secret. Sure he can be your enemy, with benefits, but he wasn’t going to cheat on your promise to each other.

He passes by Jaemin’s room, where he hears quiet groans and moans. Mark closes his eyes, praying quietly before turning his back to the door, finding the handle and closing the door silently. If you’re going to masturbate, Mark thought to himself, at least close the fucking door.

Haechan comes out of his room, before he spots Mark, he points his hands out in exasperation, “SEE WHAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH?”

“Yes, I do.” Mark hisses quietly, and pushes Haechan away, “It still doesn’t mean we should stop his fun. It’s perfectly normal, you know?”

“Uh huh, perfectly GROSS, Haechan screams the last word, and Mark raises his hand, making his friend flinch. “Listen, I only have two more duels left, and Y/N and I are tied. I need to practice more spells.”

“How many duels are left? You guys have been fighting for the past 5 fucking years.”

“You can have 10, legal duels each year. So, this will be our last one.” Haechan does the quick math in his head before widening his eyes, “50 duels?!”

“There’s been some without teachers, but officially, 49.” He leans back, sitting down on Haechan’s couch in the dorm, “One more, and I can go to the Headmaster to ask for the book I need to complete my spell.”

“Why can’t you just sneak in?”

“I’ll be expelled and Y/N will win!” Haechan nods, thinking before nudging him, “Not unless, you fake it.” Mark makes a confused noise, and Haechan rolls his eyes, “You know, frame her!” The idea lured Mark in, like a horse to a carrot, but the face of you from earlier stains his mind. The way he kissed you, and the way you kissed back; it made his heart thump. Sure you hated him, in some form in another, but like Mark said to himself. He was not going to cheat on the promise, even if it is a secret.

“No, I won’t.”

“But it’s so—!” Mark stands up, sighing, “No, I’m fine. I’ll wait with Jaehyun hyung until Jaemin is, you know, finished. He and I will study and practice so I can beat Y/N in a few weeks.” Haechan sighs, “Fine, whatever. I gave you a simple solution, but that’s fine.” He bites his tongue, hating it when Haechan made him feel guilty, but he wasn’t going to break a promise.

You were both once friends before, there was no reason to add more drama. “Thanks, I don’t need that stuff though,”

“Just go,” Haechan leans back, looking at the sunflowers drooping with his frowns.

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“Alright now shut up. If you guys get caught I will break your necks next game, understand?” Renjun and you giggled like mad, your eyes wide like kids in a candy store. Your older friend, Taeil gave you and your brother a small stone. “It’s something my friend and I found, the Stone of Freedom.” Your brother whispered to you excitedly, “Now we can meet everyone else!”

“If you guys get caught,” he hissed, putting a cloak over the both of you, “My chances at being Prefect are gone.”

“We won’t!” You and he said, holding the Stone close to your stomachs. Taeil sighed, “Be safe. Repeat after me, the both of you. Cornu fluga.” Renjun eyed you and you both said in a hushed voice, “Cornu fluga.”

Immediately, you and your brother were thrown out the window. Taeil widened his eyes and ran to the window, his plan ruined. You bit your tongue as Renjun hid in your neck, and you hid in his hair. You both wanted to scream. Luckily you both slowly settled on the ground, giving a quiet oof. Renjun giggled at your noise as Jeno clapped, “AYE! IT’S THE HUANGS!” Chenle hugged you tight, “Finally! Jaemin was teasing to use his spell on Jeno!”

“You know what happens if you do, Jaemin.” Renjun frowned, raising his hand to hit his friend. You sighed and looked at Mark, who’s reading a large, old book. Sitting on a stone, his back turned away from the group, he looked all lonesome. You smiled, going behind him, before covering his eyes. “Not now, Jisung.” Mark hums, flipping a page.

“How do you know if it’s me?” Your voice goes as deep as Professor Chanyeol’s, and Mark immediately stood up. You laughed, falling back as Mark sighed, “Y/N! You scared me!”

“That I did~,” you teased, hugging his neck and smiling wide. “Do you have any ideas, yet?” Mark shrugged, his chin on your hair as he mumbles, “I don’t know if I can make one by the end of the year.”

“Neither do I,” you answered, moving your head so your ear is where his heart is. Hearing it go slowly, you closed your eyes. There was a pause, where so many words could’ve been said. But you didn’t want to hear anything. The sound of his heartbeat was enough. “We can,” Mark said finally, and you realized once his fingers pulled away, he was stroking your hair, “We can make a spell together?” You looked up, and Mark chuckled at your puzzled expression. You chuckled as well, shrugging, “Uh, well, sure. Do you have any ideas?” Mark purses his lips, before smiling, “A hate spell? A love—?”

“Jaemin.” You grumbled. His spell was the most unoriginal, but it was the easiest spell. “Good hair?” You laughed, ruffling his black hair by tiptoeing carefully. “It’s pretty like this.”

“I’m thinking about going blonde.”

“Ew no,” you stuck out your tongue. Mark chuckled again, leaning down, your cheeks growing pink. He kissed your nose, rubbing his own with yours after. “Maybe power over someone?” You said quietly, holding him close to your body.

None of the others questioned your and his behavior. Everyone admired you in some way. It was just Mark, who liked you more than the others. Plus it was normal for everyone to kiss each other. That’s how close you and the others were, you talked about crushes, feelings for each other. There would be silence if there were fights. But that was rare.

“Power, you’re just like Jisung. You sure you’re not a Gryffindor?” He laughed. “Very.” You pretend to gag loudly and he laughed only louder. “I was thinking,” he said, petting your hair again, “What about a soulmate spell?”

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You’re woken up by the gentle feeling on your lips, even more small whispers on your lips. “Get off,” you groan, pushing him away as Mark gets up, rolling his eyes, “You even hate my kisses? How rude. You must be using me for my dick then.”

“Just help me up, what time is it?” You frown before he starts to carry you and place you on the ground. “Almost midnight.” He starts to laugh, holding your hips. “I did fuck you good, your knees are wobbling.” You hit his chest, your knees wobbling still, from being so sore. Mark grabs your hand, laughing in your ear as he finally takes a breath, whispering, “Be good. You don’t want more points to my house, hmm?” He grabs your chin. You glare into his eyes, holding his hand tightly, trying to crush his fingers. Mark smirks, leaning in and cooing at your glare. “Aw, you look so cute when you’re angry. Too bad you’re under my control, baby. You’re mine, and no one knows.” You growl quietly, his fingers gripping it more precisely. He watches your breath grow uneven, your scowl lessening into his grip before leaning in, capturing your lips perfectly.

You hated that it was nothing soft, light like it was before. That is everything you wanted. He wants to show you he can be forceful. You pull away, hating the knot that grew in your stomach. “Didn’t like it? Sorry baby.” Mark chuckles. “You’re a dick.” You say harshly, holding your body close to yourself. You just wanted to go back to your room so you can cuddle next to your brother, so you can ignore Mark’s kiss. “I know. Say the magic words baby and this dick will be gone.”

“Cornu fluga,” you say, and you’re gone. Mark sits back on his bed, pushing his hair back before laying down, gulping quietly.

You appear again in your dorm, and Renjun turns with your friend, Bianca.

Shit.

Renjun grabs your hair, carefully pulling you. It was enough to tug, but not enough to hurt. “Where the FUCK have you been?”

“I’m going to get the spell before Mark!” You say, and he lets go. “What?” Renjun whispers, and your roommate, Bianca goes closer. “I‘m going to make him lose. Just for me. I can control him.” You felt powerful just saying that. Mark always said that to you. To keep you at his side. On your knees. It made you feel regretful that you still let him have his way with you, but you smirk proudly, not letting that faze you.

“That’s great, Y/N! Now we can get the whole gang together, well, you know.” You nod hesitantly. Almost half of your friend group was with Mark, or on their side and in his house. “What happened. . .” asks Bianca, looking blankly at the quiet tension. “Nothing,” you respond quietly, after a minute, Renjun sighs heavily. “Mark and her fought. Mark used a spell on her, he was controlling her.” Bianca pauses, and she sits down, “I still don’t understand.”

“We promised not to use spells on each other.” You say quietly. The memory made you shiver, made you hold yourself gently. “Spells?” She says, scoffing, “But we’re witches, wizards, that’s—,”

“It was a promise. I mean, our whole friend group wanted us to be nice to each other, that’s why we made the pact.”

“For kindness.” You and your brother say. Renjun gets up, hugging you one last time, “I’m going to go, I’ll see you in class tomorrow. Astronomy, right?”

“Exactly, Astronomy.” You smile back, before crawling into bed. Bianca turns off the lights with a flick of her wand, and you try to crawl into bed, before hissing. You hate to admit it. You hate to admit anything good about Mark.

But he had fucked you good.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Bianca helps your foot up the bed. Gulping, you shake your head, “Fine. Fine. Thanks. Good night.” Bianca pouts, but whispers you good night.

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The library was crowded, making it hard to spot his dark hair. But Jisung pulled you to a new computer section, where Mark was piled with books around him. “Mark! What’s all of this?” You asked, placing your bag down. “I’m studying of course.”

“O.W.L.s aren’t until—,” you started, cocking your head to the side. Mark held your head, shaking his own as he smiled at you, “For our spell. We’re doing it together, right?” You nodded, sitting on his lap and going through the pages, “You need my Ravenclaw brain.”

“And you need my Slytherin power,” Mark whispered in your ear, making you laugh and hit his chest. “Ew, hyung, stop! Just study!” Jisung rolled his eyes, and Mark held you close as you both read an ancient text. “The soul is the most powerful part of every magical being. It’s our essence, our mind and body internalized.” You read the paragraph, and Mark immediately takes the next. “If properly taken out, one can consume another soul, as it’s the source of your power; your magic.” Mark smiled, holding you closer to his chest as you inhaled his pinewood scent, it was much more powerful than ever time. “But, people can also connect the soul. If the two truly believe they are meant for each other and do so willingly, they can connect their souls to be and feel as one.” You continued the page after you made a small squeal, “Both may stay in their bodies, but their souls will be one. There is no spell, but only a chant and ritual to bring the souls together.”

Mark kissed your cheek, holding your hands, both of your hands could fit into his one hand. “Huang Y/N, do you want to do this?” Your eyes teared up, and you can only see him. The Dreamies behind you, on your shoulders didn’t matter. All you smelled was the scent of pinewood, it filled up your nose. Like a drug.

“Yes, I want to be yours, Mark.”

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You woke up with a gasp, your eyes looking around. It’s been a few hours, but you still had enough sleep. You rub your eyes, the feeling of being sore still there. That dream; you shake your head, ruffling your hair. You can’t let that go to your mind. Not when you have the perfect chance. You quickly grab your wand as Bianca is in the showers.

Plucking the string, you close your eyes, and listen. “You look adorable like that Y/N. So helpless. All in my control,” Mark’s voice echoes back, and you can hear your response. You sound like you’re enjoying it.

Was that good? After all, you wanted this, you—

You hold the string tightly, stuffing it in your pocket. Your audio spell has worked, that’s all you need to focus on. No point is trying to make sense of your feelings for Mark. They’re long gone, and to bring it up is preposterous. You instead get ready for the day, putting on a short skirt. If you’re going to flirt and get revenge on Mark, why not do it in style? You wore a dark blue sweater, that’s cuffed so it shows your shoulders. Hopefully Mark feels horny soon, or else Renjun will question your outfit. Bianca makes her way back as you pull your hair up with pins. “Hey,” you hum.

“Didn’t know you wore skirts, Y/N.” Bianca says after a moment, before grabbing her things. “Oh, yeah, are you ready?” You throw on your cloak, smiling, “Ready as I’ll ever be.” You grab your small bag of necessary items before walking out to the Grand Hall for breakfast. Taeil and his girlfriend, both Prefects, lead everyone out. It’s so weird how you’ve known him Taeil for so long and he already has a girlfriend. He knew you when you were still crushing on Mark. You groan and hold your head. Not this. You’re too old and too logical to be thinking that you liked, no, even had a crush on Mark.

“Y/N,” You turn and gulp quietly at Mark holding your arm gently. “What are you—?” You hiss, scowling. “Are you able to walk fine?” He looks at you, his expression blank. You would’ve found that kind, but you would rather sock Mark in the face. “Maybe,” you whisper as you feel his thumb stroke your arm as he sighs, “Relax baby, we wouldn’t want anyone to—?” You grab his hand and make it go under your skirt, under your cloak and have him feel your bare ass.

He widens his eyes, but he grabs it, “Already? You wanna play?” You nod, taking in a shaky breath. If this is your way to go, let it be. “Please Mark, I can’t get my mind off you. . .” You say, looking up, biting your lip. “I want you back inside me, make me scream your name again.”

Mark growls, whispering again and he Apparates in another room, the Room of Esired. You would say you hated it. The thrill of him lustfully grabbing your skirt, ripping it down as he kisses your thighs, however, was so much better than you admitting anything. You grab his hair, whining out his name. You want to say you hate him.

But, the way his lips easily know where to peck. His teeth know where to bite and create little bite marks; you moan his name as you tug on his hair. “M-Mark- Fuck!” You say in between moans and pants. You still weren’t over last night’s session, and you try to pull away. “Please, Mark!”

“You asked, baby.” Mark chuckles.

It was that, that little chuckle for dominance which set you off.

You pull your thighs away forcefully, and before Mark can grab your thighs to eat you out, you force the thick, green yarn like string to be shown. In a mocking voice, shoving the string in his face you spit back, “No. You listen to me, and feel what it’s like to be helpless.”

You pluck at it, your other hand has a wand at his throat. Mark stares down at his Muggle shoes, listening to the string. His voice, moaning and groaning your name, whispering how good you were for him. It’s definitely an awkward state to sit in.

You cut the string off before your response. But he knew what happened after. Mark had to hold his smirk back, the memory of you scratching his back as you moaned still stung him. “So, I can show this to your prefect, Taeyong.” Mark’s joking face fades and his eyes turn as wide as saucers. You smirk at his expression. So this is what it felt. You lean down, pretending to pout. “Mark Lee, the Golden Boy of Slytherin, better than Draco Malfoy himself, having constant sex with his enemy, just to try and win the duels.”

“We promised we wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t. I would only leave this somewhere for Taeyong to find. Who would tell the Headmaster.” Mark scowls, throwing his hands up to protest, but you put the string in his hand, gasping. “Mark, don’t do something you’ll regret.” You look down, and giggle softly. The power is already flooding your mind, as you see his bulge trying to escape his pants. “Did you really get hard from me moaning your name? You’re pathetic,” you scowl back. “Y/N, we had a deal.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pretending to think.

“We did, didn’t we? We also made the pact not to hurt each other, in any way.”

“Y/N,” he repeats, his voice growing with a small hint of desperateness. “You. . .” Your hands clenched his shirt, and finally you’re able to let go. You have Mark right where you want him, and you can finally shut him up. “You fucking used Jaemin’s spell on me! You made me attracted to you! I thought we were actually doing great! We weren’t even dating; we were so close, we didn’t have to say we were in love!” Tears start to form, and just as quickly as they appeared, they fall down. Your grip on his shirt loosens, “I-I thought the soulmate spell would work. . .that we would actually be one. One person, one love,” you mutter into his shirt as you hide in it. You didn’t want to ever hurt Mark. Or so this. You hate him, but you want him to feel what it felt like for you.

Trapped.

“Baby,” you hear his whisper, and you look up as his hands are on your cheeks. His cheeks are tear stained as well. He wipes your tears away. “Sorry-Y/N,” he leans in. “I'm so sorry. I just thought, all of these sessions would be so we can let out our stress,” Another tear falls out of his eye, and you can see it in his eyes. Not the jerk you have dueled against for the past years. The one who tricked his way around you, who seduced you.

You watch as he cries harder, holding you to his chest. “I wanted you to be happy. I never wanted you to be mad at me, I thought it fixed, my mistake.”

“But you did.” You wipe your eyes, shaking your head and pulling away, as if pretending you didn't just break down, “You broke our pact. This is your payment back. One step out line and I’m giving this to Taeyong.” You say, frowning. Mark pauses, but he grabs your hands gently, both of them in his left hand, nodding, “Can I have one thing, before you blackmail me?” You nod automatically, but you regret it. What if he wanted sex? What if he—?

Mark shakily gulps, sighing it out, “I can kiss you, right?” You exhale on his lips. He looked so innocent, so kind. He truly did want to make you happy. You roll your eyes however, the power still controlling your actions, “Fine.”

Mark slowly leans in closer, connecting your lips like puzzle pieces. You kiss back, hating yourself for it but you wanted this as much as he did. He lets you hold his growing stubble in your hands, kissing him softly, somehow hungry. What for? You hate Mark. You want him to die in a hole.

Yet you whimper softly when he pulls away, and you realize his hands are at your hips. Where you always loved them. “Let that be my apology.” Mark whispers, and he pulls away, pursing his lips softly. There’s a few beats of silence, and you sigh. “I’ll-I’ll let you know about what you have to do for the n-next duel.” Mark nods, whispering another apology before turning towards the door.

“Y/N?” You look up, tucking the string back in your pocket. “Uh, yeah?” He pauses, but smiles at you. It’s sad, a little forced, “Your outfit is pretty today.” Mark Apparates away, but the memory of his soft smile still stings you. “I’m sorry too,” you mumble as you wipe your own tears.

ꨄ

Mark looks down at his pancakes. Small slices of watermelon sit at the side. He only picks at it. He should’ve seen this coming. He knows how smart you are. Especially with audio spells. Okay yes you both still made your own tricks but that is genius.

A little hot too.

But he can’t think like that anymore. If you truly felt this way, Mark would have to look back. After all, sex doesn’t fix everything. “Mark?” He looks up to Haechan, who pouts, “You okay? You didn’t even touch your watermelon.”

“Oh, training yesterday, it didn’t work out.” Mark lies after a small stutter. “Markie, don’t lie. What’s wrong?” Haechan says quietly, as Jaemin flirts with some more people, winking at them, leaving them distracted. “Y/N is going to win the duel,” Mark says back. But that was also a lie.

“No, you are. You’re going to win. She and her brother are pussies—.”

“Don’t call Y/N that. She’s a very powerful witch. I’m not in the mood to duel, or eat.”

“Well don’t tell me that,” Haechan rolls his eyes, “Tell Professor Baekhyun that excuse, he’s been waiting for the duel for a whole year,” Haechan takes a bit of friend’s pancake, rolling his eyes, “You better deal with him, I can't save your ass again, Mark.” Haechan sighs at Mark’s silence. “You got to deal with that, he should understand.”

“I know, just,” Mark grumbles as he looks down. He thought this whole process was going well. It bothered him. He just wanted you back. “Dude you’re being way too emo. I’m going to go talk to Jeno, hopefully he could try to get into Renjun and Y/N’s head. Go drink some butterbeer, that’s the remedy for your mood. I’ll meet you at the Hog’s Head okay?” Mark rolls his eyes as his friend gets up, walking away. He wouldn’t understand. He wouldn’t, no, couldn’t tell Haechan his affairs with you. Haechan would probably overreact. He can hear it now. “You’re fucking Y/N? She doesn’t even like you! She’s only—!” Haechan’s voice echoes in his mind. Mark stands, going to the restroom to Apparate away quickly and secretly. He would rather deal with the consequences. If you weren’t happy, then the only solution is trying harder.

Meanwhile, Renjun smiles at you as you come back to the table, “So?”

“It worked. He’s under my spell, so he’ll do whatever I want.” You say with pride. But your tongue sticks to the back of your throat, dry, sick, regretful. Even your own body knew you were lying. You would rather have let him win, and continue that relationship. That would be weak. If Renjun found out, he would no doubt transfer you to Mahoutokoro, the Hogwarts of Asia. You didn’t want to go back, back to where the drama was all there. “That’s perfect!” Your twin hugs you, and you smile weakly. Force it, you tell yourself. No one can know. “I’m blackmailing him to win the next duel, it’ll be great.”

“Then I’ll definitely be there. Y/N,” Renjun hugs you tighter, before he releases and looks in your eyes, “I’m so proud of you. You’re going to win. I promise.” You nod, looking past him, watching as Mark eyes you, before standing and leaving the Hall. Hate is such a strong word, you didn’t even know if you felt it anymore.

ఌ

“Y/N!” Mark pounded on the door, holding his black locks of hair tightly. “Go away!” You screamed, your pillow stained with tears. You had been crying for a week after Renjun had explained to you, with every detail of the situation. Mark had been using the spell for the past week. He was seen studying Legilimency. That’s why you were always smelling pinewood; his scent, to bind you his will. You were starting to get obsessed with Mark Lee. From muttering his name at night to having to be near him. “I never did that! Y/N believe me! I—!” Mark begged, his eyes looking around your dorm room door, as if wishing to see through it.

You opened the door, and Mark is met with your puffy red eyes, and a red nose. “Baby,” he exhaled. “Then explain.” You said harshly. “I would love to know why you broke our pact. Why I was so obsessed- better yet, why don’t you explain why you wanted to do the soulmate spell. The books you always checked out about Legilimency, huh? YOU JUST WANTED TO BE CLOSER TO ME!” Your voice raised with each word, to the point you were screaming, the Headmaster could’ve heard you.

“It wasn’t me!” Mark pleaded, “Baby I wouldn’t use it on you! I love you!” That was the first time you heard those words out of his mouth. So you smacked him. Hard, it left a blue, almost purple mark as he fell back a few steps. “Well guess what, Lee? I hate you. Stay away from me, my brother and the others. You broke our pact.”

You closed the door, leaning against it, screaming as you cried more.

Because that was a lie.

You loved him too.

ఌ

Mark Apparates back in the classroom, going into his seat right before the bells rang, before realizing you’re next to him. Okay so he did know he was sitting next to a girl, but he forgot today you were cutely wearing your hair pinned back, revealing the birthmark on your face. The one place he used to kiss. He gets out his wand, and a few textbooks.

“Drinking butterbeer again, I see.” You whisper, looking up. “It’s sweet, and there was only a little bit of alcohol, so I’ll be fine.” Mark says, before realizing the situation. “Uh—,” he starts.

“Well, it’s not good. Next time I’ll go with you.” You say softly, looking at the Professor’s new hair color, it’s pink. “You’re not old enough yet.” Mark takes out his wand, lying it next to him. You raise an eyebrow, despite looking ahead. “Neither are you. So, settle down, I won’t do you no harm.” Yes you were regretting the action against Mark, but why not have at least a little fun? Besides, you have the power. Let’s see how long you can use it.

The Professor sits on his desk, looking at the Ravenclaw and Slytherin students. “Have any of you heard of the Triwizard Tournament incident, a couple decades ago yes?” Everyone murmurs, and you and Mark sit up at the same time. You assume that spending at least a year with him, of course you and he would share behavior instincts.

“Well, it was a terrible incident where the beloved Cedric Diggory from the Hufflepuff died at the hands of the Dark Lord. However, we still want to hold it.” Everyone now starts to talk louder. You and Mark eye each other out of your peripheral vision. “So, we invited Mahoutokoro to fight with us, and Ilvermorny. They’re expected to come by lunch. We will choose three wizards from each school instead of one. Remember to be present at lunch. Now, onto our Patronus, please stand.”

Mark stands up with the class, before gently helping you. Baekhyun pauses, and he is mute until he regains his train of thought again, “Oh-Okay class, take out your wands.” Your willow wood wand felt more knotty in your hand as you eye Mark’s pinewood. “As we learned, think of your happiest memory.” That would be hard, as Mark is next to you. But nevertheless you close your eyes, raising your wand slowly as you let the power echo through your body.

The memory of Renjun and you sharing a milkshake, as young children, him making pretty drawings of the sunrise and you singing happily echoes as you open your eyes. “Expecto Patronum!” You shout, pointing out along with a few others as Mark is still focused. Like water, your Patronus of a falcon pours out, screeching before flying around the classroom. “Excellent work Miss Huang! I did not expect your Patronus to come out so easily.” Baekhyun chuckles as he watches your falcon land on your shoulder before fading away.

“Expecto Patronum!” Mark points out, his eyes slightly teary, as was most others trying to think. But luckily his Patronus roars out, a lion coming out and going around the classroom. Mark smiles at him. You both had to pretend you didn’t expect it, so you kept staring at him.

The faint memory of Lucas teaching you, Mark and the rest of the Dreamies the Patronus spell. Lucas’ was a dog, which was no surprise now you think about it. You stop zoning out once the lion is in front of you. It gives a soft nod, bowing its head before fading away. “How amazing! It took me 89 tries to do this when I was your age! I hope you both make it into the Tournament.” Baekhyun claps, and so do a few others. Mark grins, nodding as he says through his teeth, “Your Patronus looks pretty.”

“Compliments won’t do anything, Lee.” You say through your own, and you both sit down at the Professor’s word. “I mean it. Not because you’re fucking blackmailing me.”

“It is a good fucking blackmail, isn’t it?” You make a pun, batting your eyes. “Ha ha,” Mark sarcastically laughs, muttering, “Just as funny as Taeyong.” You snicker softly, “He is, isn’t he?”

Renjun yells out his spell from a few rows in front of you, and out runs out a fox, looking at the rest of the class with focus, before running towards Mark, and fading away. “Another amazing student! And your third try? Third truly is the charm, Mr. Huang. You’re as amazing as your sister.” Baekhyun praises again. Renjun smiles wide, bowing with a thank you as he sits back down. “Do you want to enter that tournament?” Mark says as he writes down his procedures on the Patronus, knowing the Professor would ask. “No, we don’t know the age group either.” You look at your nails, already done with your own paper. “Ah, mm,” Mark says softly before whispering and letting his quill move as he flicks his wand back into his cloak, “I might. It would be fun to prove to the Headmaster we are fit to win against the other schools, it can even get you the book for the spell.”

You flash him a look as he smirks on his face, “Don’t give me that look.” Crossing your arms, you grumble, “You think you can egg me in? Call me chicken?”

“No, I’m saying it’s a good chance for you, Y/N.” Mark looks at you finally, raising an eyebrow. “Just take my advice, it’s good.”

“It’s not going to stop me from destroying the string.”

“I know, I just thought you would like the idea..”

“Shut it Mark Lee.” You growl at him. This is why you hate him. He thought he knew better. He doesn’t. His quill stops writing on it’s own after making a period for the last paragraph. After that class, Renjun steals you away. “Finally! Why were you talking to him?” Renjun hisses at you. “He wanted to negotiate,” you sigh softly, thanking God you have the patience for a whole hour with Mark Lee. “Don’t believe him. I can help you, you know, give him some spells so he can fail.”

“I won’t do what he did to me. That’s not right, Renjun.”

“I thought you wanted him to fail.” Your brother sighs, “I’m here to support you.”

“I know,” you say softly. “Thanks, but I can handle him.”

Instead of riding broomsticks for the free period, everyone had written their names for the Triwizard Tournament. You had opted Renjun to participate in, ignoring his statements that you should enter as well. You would rather die than enter especially with Mark’s suggestions. You even saw Mark write his own name in as well, before racing with Jaemin and Haechan..

Lunch came as fast as Jaemin’s broomstick time. You start to drool with hunger over your food. “Slow down!” Bianca cries, as you shove the food in your mouth before realizing this was not regular English food. “Everyone, please settle down.” The Headmaster Taemin looks among you all, “The Triwizard Tournament pickings start in 20 minutes, and the other schools will—,”

The doors open, and there’s six people standing at the threshold. All look regal, intimidating. Powerful.

You continue to eat, paying no mind, but Bianca makes you sit up. “They’re so hot,” she whispers, and you finally look.

Three Americans, and three Asian students, all boys having to be in their last year no doubt. “From Ilvermorny, we have Mark Tuan, Johnny Suh and Vernon Chwe.” As each one walks down, you’re intimidated by their height and their flawless looks, standing straight to the left of the Headmaster. “Finally, but not the least of course, we have the Mahoutokoro students, Xiao Dejun, Qian Kun, and Dong Sicheng.” One of them stares at you intently after walking in. You give a soft smile to them, trying to remember if you knew them from when you were a student there. They stand next to the Ilvermorny students, a few inches or so shorter than them.

“I didn’t expect you early.” The Headmaster looks at the others. One of the tallest Ilvermorny boys clears his throat, “We wanted to be punctual sir.” The Headmaster mutters something about Americans but he clears his throat as well, “We haven’t chosen ours, but here it goes. Professor Minseok, can you do the honors?” The Professor nods, and with his wand, swirls out the Goblet of Air, the newest one since the last one had been compromised. You watch in awe at the silver cup, the soft sounds of paper swirling inside. A paper whooshes out and he smiles at the name, “Huang Renjun!” The Ravenclaw house roars at the name and you cheer, stomping on the floor and slamming the tables as you yell, “GO RENJUN!”

He stands, being the shortest as he stands in front. Renjun looks so confident, his chest puffed, his face expressionless except the twinkle in his eyes. You were so proud. “Next up,” the Headmaster says, and everyone cheers out different names. But you heard Slytherin's house clearly. “MARK LEE MARK LEE MARK LEE MARK LEE!” They chant like a spell, and you roll your eyes. He was powerful, but not as much as your brother—

“Mark Lee!” The Slytherin house lost it. You turn to see Mark Lee push his blonde hair back, looking around before landing his gaze on you. Mark winks, before walking over and standing next to Renjun. Your brother’s face contorts, trying to stand straighter- although still being short.

“And finally,” The Professor used his wand to grace the last paper. No one chants, why should they? They have the complete set. Bianca grabs your arm, “I wonder who the next one is—!” The Headmaster widens his eyes, looks at the paper again before clearing his throat, “Huang Y/N, please join the stage.”

ꨄ

After the ceremony, you push Mark with all your strength into the Room of Esired, hissing, “What the FUCK did you do?”

“Nothing! It wasn’t—!”

“Just fucking admit it, you piece of shit, you nominated me!” You yell. Mark holds your cheek, his other hand on your arm, he frowns. “Why would I do that? I-It’s probably random! I have blackmail over my head.” He whispers quietly, his fingers stroking your skin with care. The actios eases your emotion, causing you to pant only shallowly. You let out a small exhale, and Mark smiles, chuckling, “There we go. Like I said, you look so cute when you’re angry.”

“Shut it.”

“Sorry,” Mark gulps and you let him continue to hold you. Slowly he leans in more with your permission, hugging you. You listen to his calm breathing, and let it soothe your thoughts. “Y/N, I would never do that to you, especially when you said no. You have your limits,” he holds you closer, and whispers, “And I’ll respect them.” The beat of his breathing is so slow, you close your eyes. You couldn’t say no, as much as you didn’t want to; he was being genuine.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper. “Don’t. I can help you find out,” he leans down, brushing his lips on your head. You rane your head up, sighing softly, “Mark?” He looks down, raising an eyebrow in reply, and you melt. You hated that.

It was hot.

“Can we kiss?”

Mark gulps, and you feel it. You look at him intently, and he smiles softly. “Why not?” You lean up, and Mark closes the gap, holding your chin softly as he kisses your lips, his top lip gently slowly taking over yours, but he’s gentle. What was with him? You still focus on the kiss, and pull away for a breath, making Mark grip on your chin more.

“Just a little peck?” He asks with a teasing grin. You kiss again as a response, your hands going around his neck. Both of you softly let each other take their time before kissing again with more passion, more love. It’s the most healthy way for you both to communicate. As you feel light with each soft tug and each soft push on yours, you jump. Your legs immediately lock around his waist, and Mark catches you. He slowly lets his hands go on your ass before clears his throat, pulling away from the intimate kiss.

“I want to. . .I want to do it with you again,” he says softly, feeling your bare ass, making a small pattern. It felt like a heart. “For real. Without stress. Nothing out of hate.” You bite your lip softly, looking at him. He was being genuine. Just like before. “This is, this isn’t—,” You ask but Mark lets his hands move from your ass and to your hips instead. “I promise. Show it to the world. I thought this whole benefits thing would- could even have you believe I’m good for you again.”

He hides in your neck, and you feel him back. The old Mark Lee. Where you both kissed each other in the library, pranking Professor Jongdae by being each other, cracking jokes with each other Mark Lee. The one you love. “Baby. . .I just want us again.” He whimpers, and you feel a small drop of liquid on your shoulder. You kiss his jawline, whispering, “I’m putting the string away in a safe place. How many minutes—?” Mark mumbles into your skin, “Twenty two.”

“Apparate us to my dorm room. I want to put away my string.” He looks up and you smile, holding his chin gently. “I’m taking a chance on you, Lee. Please, please don’t fuck it up.” He kisses your nose, smiling wider than you have ever seen. “I’m stupid, but not that much, Y/N.”

Once appearing in your room, you push Mark to the wall. “Turn around!” You yell. “I am!” Mark rolls his eyes, his body facing the wall but his head turned around like an owl’s. “Please!” You beg, half regretting this now. “Fine fine,” Mark closes his eyes and turns around, humming a song. “God, you’re so annoying.”

“Yet we’re—,”

“You’re ruining the mood!” You grumble as you hide the string in your panties drawer. You quickly take off your shirt without there being noise as you smile and lean up, covering his eyes from behind. Mark laughs, and you can feel him smiling. “Y/N, what are you doing?”

“Doing what I always wanted to do. Sure we have sex and such, but,” you hold his neck, and he looks down. Mark gulps at your half nude self and he says with a quiet stutter, “O-Oh.”

“I was hoping we could make out? I know this whole thing has been going on for years and we haven’t done that, but—,”

“Baby,” Mark touches the small back before your ass as he whispers, “As long as I see that pretty smile of yours, I’m fine. You deserve to be happy so much more than me; now lay on the bed, and I’ll help your dirty imagination.” You pout, but you lay on the bed after taking off your shoes, “It wasn’t dirty!” Mark takes off his shirt, taking off his own shoes before snaking his hand up your skirt, earning a needy whine from you.

“Hmm, you sure nothing dirty, baby?” Mark says, and you feel immense chills down your body.

“You love to tease,” you moan as he gently plays with the band on your skirt, hearing it snap back. “That I do. But not right now.” Mark kisses you open mouthed, which you thankfully expected, kissing back as his tongue goes in your mouth.

You whine his name as his hand goes to your shirtless chest, playing and pulling on your nipple. Your hands go on his neck, holding it as you both kiss more passionately, and you mutter his name, “M-Mark,” His lips bite on yours for a second, making you whimper before he takes control again, his tongue pushing on yours. Mark knew it as much as you, he will always control, and you love that. “M-Mark~,” you start to moan his name, holding his shoulder with one hand to be stable, to not go crazy.

He knows your body the way he knew how to cast a Transfiguration spell. He pulls away from your mouth, saliva connecting you two as you hold his hair in the other hand. He kisses down your body, whispering, “You’re being so nice, babydoll. Be louder for me, please.”

“Mark!” You moan loudly as he gently makes a hickey on your breast, chuckling. Your core starts to throb, echoing throughout your body. You already wanted him, and he had barely touched your area. “Good girl,” his tongue pulls at your nipple, and he laughs when you grip on his hair tightly, whining his name out. “Want more?” He whispers, his breath warm, making your cheeks heat up even more.

“Yes,” you whisper breathlessly, and he kisses down to your stomach, chuckling, “I won’t make you sore yet, baby. I’ll just make you feel good, are you alright with that?” You flush with embarrassment, and nod. “M-Mark?” He finishes his last kiss before your skirt, he looks up. “Yes, babydoll?”

How fast did you say it, the little words, “I’m so sorry, Mark. Can you ever forgive me?” Mark goes on top of you again, and kisses you softly. “Baby,” he whispers, giving you chills as he holds your hips. He gives you a kiss again. “I,” another kiss, “Will,” *kiss* “Always,” *kiss* “Forgive,” *kiss* “And,” *kiss* “Love,” *kiss -this one had even more passion than the others, and is slightly longer, making you want more when he pulls away,- “You. Y/N I know it was easy to suspect me. Even before when you had a spell on you, when I studied Legilimency. But I love you, that’s why I wanted to do the spell, to study that. I should’ve told you, and I apologize. Honestly, I just want to see that smile on that pretty face of yours, Y/N.” You’re giggling enough from the kisses on your face and birthmark you just kiss and hug him, “Let’s just kiss,” he mumbles in your shoulder, and you tilt his head up, humming with fulfillment, “and never say goodbye,” Mark kisses your body again, as you both giggle and whisper each other’s name.

“Uh-Uh Y/N?”

second part

#enjoy!! #not a lotta smut sorry :/ #nct fanfiction #wayv #fanfiction #kpopimagines #kpopfanfiction #kpop #mark smut #marklee #harry potter au #enemies with benefits #nctdream #nct dream #nct dream angst #nct #hate is a strong word

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Epilogue: Bloom

Pairing: Aurora x MC (Iris Everette)

Word count: 3.2 K words

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Warning: smut in the first half and I'm not saying anything else

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Songs: Two of us by Louis Tomlinson and Lover by Taylor Swift

Please forgive me for any mistakes

One year later.

The Boston sky seemed like an abstract painting. The sun was setting, and the entire sky was a mix of different hues of pink, purple and blue. There was an occassional singing of an nightingale, otherwise it's pretty quiet.

Almost hauntingly quiet.

Iris stood, basking in the rays of the dying Sun. She slowly bent down and placed the bouquet of forget me nots and a single sunflower near the cold headstone.

"Hey..." She softly spoke, as she made herself comfortable in the ground. After a cold, hard winter, the trees were slowly growing back the green leaves. After months of suffering, they finally bloom in spring, showing that time heals things.

"I know it's been a long time since I spoke to you. It was just hard to come here...makes it so much more real that you are not here in this world.." iris sighed, as she hugged her knees.

"Everything is great. I am not being sarcastic or anything. Seriously everything is so perfect that sometimes it feels like a dream. Ethan has given me a promotion to co-lead the diagnostic team, which I always wanted. I have even started going back to therapy. Because I know that if I didn't fix my mental state, you would haunt me in my dreams." Iris chuckled.

Picking at the grass near her, she spoke quietly. "Everything is perfect but you are not here... I think you would he happy to hear that Grayson is dead now. A month ago he was hanged for murder, assault and battery. I held such a huge party in celebration of it. I know, I know...what a sadistic bitch, but hey I think you can cut me some slack."

Tears welled up her eyes.

God I was hoping I could make it through without crying...

"I miss you so much. Oh! how much I wish that I could hold you one last time... It hurts but I am slowly making my peace with it. It's tough and challenging getting over not having you around but, I know you are in a happier place, playing healer for all the souls entering heaven."

She sat there for a long time, lost in her thoughts, as the sun set. When it started to get dark, she knew she had to make a move.

"Alright, I am going to go... My roommate will kill me if I don't make it in time for dinner." She pressed her fingertips to her lips and pressed it on the cool headstone. A lone tear rolled down her cheek. "I love you...I will never stop loving you."

She stood up, dusted herself and walked towards the exit, where her bike was parked. Clicking her helmet in place she revved the beast and zipped through the streets, towards her apartment.

She climbed up the steps and took her keys out to unlock the door. The moment she unlocked the door, she heard excited footsteps running towards her. She had hardly walked through the threshold when the huge golden retriever jumped on her.

"Hey Milo!! How's my boy doing? Hmm?" She bent down and hugged the dog. He was just a year old. "Who has been a good boy, huh?" She booped his nose and scratched the behind of his ears.

The pup just barked and ran in crazy circles around Iris. Iris let out a short laugh before standing up. "Where is mama, Milo?" She asked as she took her shoes off and hung her coat on the coat rack. Her girlfriend was very particular about these things.

Milo scurried towards the closed bedroom door and pawed the door. "That a boy.” She gave a last scratch behind his ear before entering the room and closing it behind her. She could see the bathroom door ajar and steam wafted out of the thin crack.

Iris stripped to get underwear and headed towards the bathroom.

"Hey baby." The voice called out, from behind the

"Hi." Iris opened the glass door and stepped in. She placed her hands on her waist and turned her around.

"EEE! What the hell Adara?!"

"What? Just saving water by taking a shower with you." She gave a sly smile as her hand reached down and grabbed a handful of her ass.

"You are incorrigible Adara."

"No I am in love with you, Rory. Get your facts straight!!"

Aurora pressed her lips to Iris'. "How are you? How was meeting your mom?" She took the shower gel and put it on the washcloth.

"It was nice... And peaceful. Will you come with me next time? I want you to meet her."

"Anything for you, my love." She lathered the soap and turned her around. Before she put soap on her back, she kissed the deep scar on her back. Iris just smiled into her shoulder.

"So... What do your parents think of me? I really couldn't get a read on them when we met the in NYC last week."

"Well, they definitely love you. My mom talked my ear off of how well behaved you are and loved your fashion sense. My dad went on and on that you were 200 times any man he had met. He was in awe of how you are co-leading one of the most prestigious diagnostics team and that you were perfect for me."

"Wow I am so honoured." Iris spoke as she turned around.

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Aurora started lathering the soap on her chest. Iris took a sharp intake of air when she felt the texture of the washcloth on her breasts along with the circular motion of Rory's hands. Iris was getting wetter with every movement on her breasts and her clenching stomach. He slow hands finally reached the place where she wanted her the most.

She brushed the sensitive folds and Iris let out a low moan. Aurora continued her slow circular motions, enjoying the way Iris was losing control and was completely at her mercy.

Oh this was gonna be so fun. Aurora thought wickedly.

She continued the torture for a very long time. Iris desperately wanted to climax. "Now, that's clean enough." Aurora said innocently as she moved her hand away. Iris' forest green eyes snapped open.

"Rory..."

Aurora didn't respond as she just gave an innocent smile and reached for the detachable shower head. She switched it on and started washing the suds of her body. She roamed her hand all around, touching everywhere, teasing her.

"Kiss me dammit." Iris said as she surged forward and kissed her, hard. Aurora let out a yelp but kissed back with equal fervour. She pushed Iris against the wall of the huge shower place. She pinned her hand against the wall and slid her thigh between Iris' legs.

"I like you like this. Wet." Rory said cheekily as she moved Iris' hair, so that she could kiss her collarbone.

"Stop fucking around. Fuck me Rory."

"And your wish is granted." Aurora spun her around and pushed her chest against the wall. Holding her hands above her head with one one hand, Aurora let her other hand wander around.

Her lips attached to the side of her neck, sucking and lapping the stray water droplets while her hand pinched Iris' nipples. She let out a hum of appreciation.

Sliding her hand down Iris' toned stomach, after an eternity, she finally reached her heat. Her long fingers circled her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure which made Iris moan.

She slipped her fingers into her her pussy and started fingering her. The heel of her palm continued to massage the sensitive nub of nerves. Iris shuddered from the over stimulation and let out a cry when her fingers brushed her sweet spot.

"Just like that Adara. There is a reason we got an apartment for ourselves. Scream my name."

Aurora curled her fingers and Iris was climaxing. She soared and fell simultaneously and her entire body shook with pleasure. Her knees felt weak and she leaned against the wall, not able to hold herself up.

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Aurora took out two towels. She wiped the water droplets accumulated on her porcelain skin. After she was done, she wrapped her with the towel and kissed her nose.

"There. All clean now.'

Iris smiled as she saw Rory wipe herself. She was just reaching for her pyjamas when Iris stopped her.

"What are you doing Rory?"

"Wearing clothes?"

"Babe... Did you forget about our 'no clothes in bed' policy?"

Rory raised an eyebrow.

Iris rolled her eyes and threw her over her shoulder and headed to bed. "I'm not done with you Rory!"

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It was 7 in the evening and Aurora's shift was over. She was exhausted. Being a senior resident was no joke. Managing her case load along with the residents and interns reporting to her was taxing. But she loved it. She enjoyed saving lives and shaping the future generations of doctors.

Aurora trudged to the locker room and changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt with the 'Guns N' Roses' logo on it. She was wearing her shoes when an blue envelope fell out of her locker. Confused, she picked it up and opened it to see a short poem.

"Take me to the place we first met, Both partnered up, with eyes full of hate, But I would be lying to your face, If I didn't say that I wanted to be your babe." ~A

She realised it was Iris' handwriting. Place we first met...? AH! The foyer area.

Aurora picked up her satchel and headed towards the foyer area. She went to the softboard where they used to attach the intern list. Surely, there was another blue envelope pinned to the board. And next to it, Elijah was waiting.

"What's up Aurora?!" Elijah squeaked.

"I'm good but what's up with you?" She asked as she unpinned the envelope.

"Chilling. And waiting for Sothy..Needed to talk to him.. Y'know the usual drill." Elijah gave out a nervous laugh. Aurora narrowed her eyes but decided to not give it any mind. Opening the letter carefully, she found another poem-

"Take me to the place where we had each other's back, Complementing each other, which other people lack, You panicked and didn't know what to do with your hands, And then I came and told you to take a deep breath and relax."

This was definitely regarding the triage they had performed during the subway accident. That was the only time Aurora had frozen. Even then, Iris was such a sweetheart. She quickly walked down to the ER.

She reached the nurses' station and Sienna was standing there, in her casual clothes signing her charts. "Hey Sienna." Aurora said as she subtly looked around, trying to find a blue envelope.

"Hey Aurora! Looking for something?"

"Huh? Yeah kinda..."

"Well, I think this might help you." She slid a blue envelope towards her. Aurora took it. "Do you have any idea what's going on?"

"I don't know Aurora. Iris just gave this to me." Sienna shrugged.

Tearing open the envelope, she found a amethyst stone necklace. It was her birthstone. It gleamed under the white lights of the ER. Holding it in one hand, she proceeded to read another poem-

"Take me to the place we lay face to face, Where the pain in my head left me in a daze, You made an exception for my case, And secured in my heart, your own place."

The hospital room! "Gotta go. Bye Sienna." Sienna just waved back.

Pocketing the necklace, she rushed to the emergency staircase. She took two steps at a time and reached the second floor. She ran to room no. 203, where she had stitched up Iris and slept by her side. Surely, there was a blue envelope sitting on the bed.

"Take me to the place where we first kissed, You were hurting and pissed, In the dark, your soul you bared, And I knew, in my future, you would always be there."

Wait a second...this was regarding the ED Case she had.

She hauled ass to the on call room on the third floor. She opened the door and tiptoed in. Jackie was lying on one of the beds, solving a crossword. "You took your time I guess." Jackie yawned.

"And you are as bright as a ray of sunshine." Aurora responded sarcastically, as she started moving pillows to search for another letter.

"Aha! Victory." Aurora said as she blew the hair which had fallen on her face. She eagerly opened it-

"Take me to the place where you said you loved me, I shared my burden and felt free, My heart was bursting and fell the tears of ecstacy, It was always you and me, Adara and Rory."

She walked fast towards the elevator bank. She was getting frantic. This scavenger hunt was fun but it made her impatient. She just wanted to hold Adara.

Reaching the elevators, she saw Ethan standing there, typing on his phone.

"Hey Dr. Ramsey."

"Hello Dr. Emery."

"Are you...texting?"

"Apparently."

"Umm...but didn't you tell me that you hated it?"

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Emery, it's my wish if I want to use this godforsaken mobile. I can't even type without autocorrect making it into a different word. Lord, the end is near."

Aurora chuckled and one of the elevators near Ethan dinged. She was about to enter it when Ethan stepped in front of it, blocking the entrance.

"Oops. Looks like it's full. Go in the next one."

Aurora just gave him a weird look and stepped into the other elevator and what she saw, blew her damn mind. The elevator was illuminated by strings of blue fairy lights. She stepped in and marvelled at the sight. Sound of rain pattering on the pavement sounded through the speakers. She saw a Polaroid collage of their pictures, encased in a glass frame, on one of the walls of the elevator and laughed.

So typical. Iris and her Polaroid camera... The girl had an obsession.

To the glass frame, a blue note was attached.

"Take me to the place where it all started, The fairytale story which we tell children in bed, Long gazes, happy memories shared over cheap appetizers, The beginning to our happily ever after."

The lift dinged and she stepped out with the collage and the letter. She stumbled under the weight where Bryce stepped forward and balanced her.

"Woah! Watch out Big A. Don't want you falling for me now, do we?" Bryce smirked and Aurora rolled her eyes.

"God you are so annoying, Queen B."

Bryce just chuckled and held his hand forward. "C'mon give me that. I will hold it for you."

"If you drop it, I will kick you in your family jewels so hard, that your grandchildren will feel it." She threatened.

Bryce shuddered. "Hehehe. No need to bring my testicles into this situation. And don't worry, people say I have good hands."

She handed the frame to him. She then slipped the necklace around her neck. "C'mon Lahela. We are going to Donahue's."

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The moment she stepped into the small pub, all the patrons stopped talking. Everybody's eyes were on her and she felt awkward.

What the fuck is going on here? Iris, what are you playing at?

"Hey Dr. Emery. These are for you." Reggie handed her a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers. Aurora smelled them and blushed. In midst of the flowers she found a small blue note.

"You are so close babe. Come to me. I am waiting for you, in the beer garden."

Aurora walked towards the back door opening into the beer garden. People just parted, like the Red sea, giving her place to go. When she opened the door, her jaw were on the floor.

Rose petals lined the path towards the stage where live bands usually performed. The gentle strumming of a guitar played in the background. She walked slowly, through the tables and what she saw made her halt in her tracks.

Iris stood there, with a soft smile on her face. She was wearing a midnight blue romper dress which ended in shorts. It was sleeveless and it was clinched at her waist. Her guitar was slung around her shoulder and she continued to strum the strings.

"This one's for you babe. Thank you for coming." She spoke into the mic and started singing in an angelic voice.

Salt on your skin and stars in your eyes

You close in the darkness and I'm all out of lies

Taking my heart, and made it your own

You are everything that I've ever known

I tried to, resist you

I tried to keep my distance

I tried to play it cool

I'm no match for your persistence

And oh, you lift me up

When the fog rolls in, you lift me

When the cold sets in, you give me

The strength to take on anything, oh anything

I see by the light you bring

You lift me up, you lift me up

I see by the light you bring, you lift me up, you lift me up

Aurora was hypnotised by her beautiful voice. Iris took of her guitar and handed it to a person, you continued to strum it. She slowly stepped down from the stage and headed towards Aurora.

She grasped her hands and squeezed. "Rory, you are the best thing that has ever happened in my life. When you walked into my life, love walked in. It was a magical moment that I will always cherish and treasure. They say that love is many a splendoured thing, constantly changing and evolving. My love for you will be ever changing like a chimera and ever growing like a verdant valley."

"You are my guide to love, my every wish, and the person I want to grow old with." Iris spoke with so much conviction that Aurora fell in love with her all over again.

She got down on one knee and tears streamed down Aurora's face as she held a hand to her mouth.

Iris pulled out a diamond ring, which glimmered under the fairy lights of the beer garden.

"Aurora Lucille Emery, will you do me the honour of being my partner in crime and my wife for the rest of our lives?"

"YES Iris Adara Everette. Hell fucking yeah!!" Iris got up and slipped the ring on her ring finger.

Iris was so giddy with joy that she picked up Aurora and twirled her. Aurora laughed and everyone was either clapping, hooting or crying. She set her down and grabbed her face and kissed her.

"I am not dreaming, am I??" Iris asked as she held Aurora tightly, forehead to forehead.

"No dum dum. We’re getting married. Guess you are stuck with me, huh?"

“And I wouldn't have it any other way.”

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That was one of the most joyous night of their lives. They danced, sang and partied till the early hours. The wedding took place the following summer near the docks. It was a small ceremony, but everybody enjoyed it.

Sienna and Jackie were made the maids of honor while Ethan, Bryce and Elijah were made the best men. Ethan walked iris down the aisle while Naveen officiated the ceremony. 

The reception was a blast which took place on a boat. Jackie and Sienna managed to make everyone drunk and forced them to dance. Even Harper Emery and the Chief. Bryce almost started strip dancing and Ethan was doing the running man. Elijah did wheelies on his wheelchair. It was unforgettable.

Everything was perfect at last. Rory and Adara finally got their happy ending which they always dreamed of. They were happy, content and proud moms of twin baby boys. They continued to push boundaries in the medical field and became the dynamic duo of diagnostics medicine.

They both lived happily ever after.

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THE END.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:

And here is the end of Rory and Adara’s tale. Thank you for reading this mini series through its ups and downs, laughter and tears

It was so much fun writing this and I so, so grateful to all of the comments you guys left under each chapter. It motivated me to deliver. So thank you.

Once again, I am grateful to every single person who gave this fanfic a chance and believed in my writing.

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[desperationandgin]

Strawberry Wine (Part 1, Chapter 12)

Rating: Mature

Author: desperationandgin

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Summary: One sentence changes Jamie and Claire’s future.

Author’s Note: This is it! The end of Part 1. Thank you so much to @smashing-teacups, @missclairebelle and @lcbeauchampoftarth for being the most INCREDIBLE betas a girl could ask for. I have definitely had my moments in this fic but they’ve all three talked me off of various ledges. Also, thank you to @filledwithlight for being my mood board maker and all-around awesome wife :)

I hope everyone enjoys! Strawberry Wine will return in November! Thank you all for reading and loving this little story!

Chapter 12: When He Had to Go

As I walked along the old yet familiar path in the woods, I let myself drift back to those months before the war, before everything I’d planned for my life was obliterated. If I’d known the last time I saw him was truly to be the last, I would have savored the night we drank wine straight from the bottle, naked in bed. But he’d promised hundreds of thousands of days left together, so I took that one evening for granted.

I hadn’t counted on James Fraser being a liar.

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That first Christmas Jamie and I spent together wound up being a grand total of four days, but they were four well-spent, wrapped in one another and oblivious to the rest of the world. Gillian had mentioned being gone the remainder of our break, but when I arrived at the dormitory on the 28th, there she was, sitting on my bed with a tin of biscuits. We ate shortbread and drank whatever alcohol she’d managed to sneak in, laughing well into the late-night hours to distract me from missing Jamie.

We did manage to see one another in February, and we were both diligent about writing and calling. The rhythm we fell into was comfortable, even if we both knew where we’d rather be. We were together just after the end of classes in May for a week; I went to France and met his cousin, then made love to Jamie for six days before flying to meet Uncle Lamb in Norfolk. He was working on-site at Sutton, near Woodbridge, a newly discovered cemetery alongside a ship graveyard — a perfect final hurrah for Lamb before his retirement from the field.

It was to be my last digging adventure as well, and it felt a bit like closing the door on a past that wasn’t exactly what it might have been, all while opening the door to a future I could already see vividly.

Jamie coming home and standing in the archway of Lallybroch, tall and proud.

Red-haired children toddling with arms outstretched to reach him.

Sitting on the front steps with a new baby in my arms, watching the reception, the hugs and kisses, patiently waiting for my turn.

June was spent carefully brushing artifacts free from centuries of dirt, sending Jamie frequent updates and photos. He sent books and good wine in return, but we weren’t able to speak on the phone due to my lack of one in the area. He’d decided to work for Jared as much as he could during the summer, a choice that failed to surprise me.

The hard work outdoors all day kept me too exhausted to focus on the ache in my chest from missing Jamie, but by mid-July, I couldn’t stand it any longer. With the dig site closing soon, I made plans to visit him near the end of August, but endeavored to keep it a surprise. Time seemed to crawl, and it was hard not to pass it by being absorbed in what was happening in the news. The world, and especially the UK, seemed to be holding its breath, teetering on the edge of a cliff. By the time August 28th arrived and I was on my way to Paris, the air was tense and filled with unease. Still, there was nothing to do but wait to see if the world would truly erupt into chaos yet again.

The closer I drew to Jamie, the more my mind eased, until I was trying to imagine the look of surprise on his face when he saw me. I didn’t have to wonder if he would be delighted to have the same stunt he’d pulled reversed on him, and the thrill of excitement made me smile to myself. When I’d first planned the trip, in an effort to be sneaky, I’d written to Jenny and asked her to write to Ian so he could meet me when I arrived. It was clever, and I couldn’t help but be proud of myself for thinking of it.

When I stepped off the train, there he was, greeting me with an embrace that lingered and tightened midway through — an effect of not seeing a food friend in far too long. When we parted, I held onto his arms, leaning back and smiling.

“Does Jamie suspect anything?”

Ian carried my suitcase for me to the waiting taxi. “No’ a thing. He’s worrit, everyone is, and he could use the pleasant distraction,” he assured me. “And ye have good timing, something to celebrate wi’ him.”

“Oh?” I questioned, wondering about the news Jamie hadn’t had the chance to tell me yet.

“He sold a good amount of wine, and the deal made Jared the most coin he’s had in months. Gave Jamie quite a large sum for it. Only happened yesterday evening, and Jamie thought ye’d be unreachable, ye ken.”

We’d had to keep him from suspecting, so I’d explained that Gillian and I were having one last carefree weekend before classes began and that I would phone when I returned. Of course, the truth would outweigh my small lie, I hoped.

When we arrived, I followed Ian into the four-story building, missing my paltry one flight of stairs at the dormitory. Leaving my things just outside the door of the flat, Ian walked in first, letting us inside before he moved through to a bedroom. Waiting in the living room, I glanced at the sparse (male) decor: two couches (seen better days), a flag of Scotland on the wall, and one small dining room table that could only fit two chairs. I could hear the conversation happening around the corner in what I assumed was Jamie’s room and stayed out of sight.

“Would ye just come see if ye like what I brought?”

I heard Jamie make a noise in the back of his throat, one I’d fondly come to think of as ‘Scottish noise of acknowledgment.’

“Ye ken I’m no’ particular about what ye put in the apartment.”

Covering my mouth to keep from laughing aloud, I tipped my head, continuing to eavesdrop as Ian valiantly tried to keep me a surprise.

“Aye, but if ye dinna like it I can still return it and get my money back.”

“Fine. In an hour. I’ll look then, but no sooner. I would rather finish the ledgers for Jared and be done so I can plan a visit to see Claire.”

I couldn’t help myself and tiptoed until I was standing in the doorway. Jamie’s back was to me, but when Ian glanced over at the movement, Jamie followed his lead.

His double-take was more than enough to make the trip worth it.

“Sassenach!” He was up and had me in his arms in a step and a half, sweeping me into an embrace that had my feet leaving the floor.

“Are you surprised?” I asked with a laugh as Ian excused himself to bring my things inside.

“Aye,” Jamie affirmed, eyes shining as his hands cupped my face. “How did ye — how long are ye here, a nighean?”

I had to kiss him first, pressing my lips to his in a gesture that quickly turned into something more, my tongue in his mouth before I was aware of what I was doing. Pulling back, I was in motion even as Jamie lifted me, my legs moving around his waist as he kicked the door closed behind him and carried me to the bed.

“Seven full days,” I answered, delayed by another kiss. Dropping onto the mattress, he sat on the edge and I stayed in his lap, our hands each getting lost in the other’s hair as we surrendered to long pent-up want.

We kissed for what felt like hours, not speaking as we nuzzled and touched, then inevitably began rocking into one another. It was slow at first, gentle ebbing and flowing as we whispered between our kisses. My I love yous sounded hoarse and needy; his were in Gaelic and sounded strong and sure. The removal of our clothing was slow, deliberate. Each part of me he exposed, Jamie leaned down to claim with his lips, both to warm my skin and tease at the same time. Once I’d slowly tugged his shirt over his head, I pushed my fingers up and through his sparse chest hair, then ducked just enough to drag the flat of my tongue across his nipple.

He began to groan loudly, I could feel it, so I raised my head and sealed my mouth over his, trying to absorb as much of the sound as possible. There was something to be said about being apart for long weeks at a time and the lovemaking that followed our reunions. As Jamie thrust into me, I spared a thought for poor Ian, left alone in the living room with my luggage, and buried a laugh that co-mingled with a moan against Jamie’s neck.

When pleasure eventually claimed us as willing victims, my body nestled perfectly against Jamie’s. The sounds surrounding us were different here; the muffled noises of pedestrians and traffic below, and from somewhere not far off, soft strains of someone listening to one of the Enigma Variations, though I couldn’t place which one. I waited until I could speak without being breathless, chin resting on his chest.

“Is it alright that I’m here? I know you might be too busy to spend all your time with me, but I—”

I was interrupted by a firm kiss to my forehead and Jamie gently tugging me up in order to claim my lips before he responded.

“I’ll never go anywhere ye cannae be, Sassenach. I do have work, but my evenings are free.” His hand pushed curls behind my ear, and as I met his gaze, my stomach turned to liquid all over again simply to see him this way; happy and soft, his eyes a brilliant azure. He looked content to never move again, as if the world could fall away around us and it wouldn’t matter. I wondered what had brought it on, but he answered before I could question him.

“To ken when I wake in the morning, and ye’ll be in my arms, and when I return home in the evening ye’ll be waitin’ to greet me, is motivation enough both to wake and work harder in order to get back to ye.”

I smiled, kissing his chin. “A glimpse of our future, this week?”

His grin was lopsided when he looked at me again. “Aye. A wee preview of our life.”

We lazed about for an hour or so, reluctantly dressing to rejoin Ian. He was my future brother-in-law, but I couldn’t quite meet his eyes and blushed furiously upon seeing him in the living room, listening to a record. I chanced a glance at Jamie and noticed the side of his neck had three red crescent shapes from my fingernails pressed into his skin. Pressing my lips together, I looked down and prayed Ian wouldn’t say anything about it. I occupied myself with looking through their meager book collection while they planned an evening out after supper with Jamie’s cousin. They supped there every evening, and Jamie had a room for the nights he needed to stay in order to work early before class.

“Is that alright wi’ ye, Sassenach?”

I pulled myself from my thoughts and finally joined the conversation. “Sorry, staying with Jared?” I’d been caught only half-listening.

“Aye, I think ye’ll enjoy it, Sassenach. He has a staff so ye can have Magnus drive ye anywhere ye want to go while I’m working, and ye dinna have to worry about what to eat, the kitchen will make ye anything.”

“This is quite the life of luxury you’ve been living without me, James Fraser,” I playfully accused. “Do you even go to class?”

He laughed, looping an arm around my waist. “Dinna fash, I havena let it go to my head, but you deserve it.”

“Aye, besides,” Ian interjected, “‘tis uncertain times. It could be good to have the extra money for both of us. In case we all need to get back to Scotland quickly.”

Jamie’s grip on me tightened, my head coming to rest on his shoulder as the three of us paused to wonder for just a moment what would happen next.

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Each day that passed with Jamie brought us closer to the start of classes and, unfortunately, my impending departure. It made us selfish with our time, declining to join Jared and Ian on my third night for a dinner party away from home. Instead, we ate pastries and drank dessert wine in bed, straight from the bottle. After filling Jamie in on my last dig with Lamb, comfortable silence lapsed between us, and I tore off a piece of kouign-amann, handing it over before breaking off a piece for myself.

In the quiet, my thoughts wandered, and after swallowing I finally spoke.

“It seems almost certain that war is going to be declared.” I couldn’t keep from saying it any longer, and I felt him exhale, his body sagging against mine. He didn’t say anything for so long that I looked over at him just as he reached for my hand.

“That’s another reason I’ve been working sae hard, Claire. If war’s declared, I’ll be—” He paused, not finishing the thought as he raised my hand to his lips. “There’s money saved I’m giving to ye before we part.”

Blinking quickly, I wet my lips, hand clinging to his as if something were happening now. “If it happens, Jamie, we’ll both be out there. I’ll be nursing and you’ll be—”

“Fighting,” he finished, setting everything on the bed aside and pulling me into his arms.

“If Britain declares war, everything will change, Jamie. We could die. We could both—” I was the one who couldn’t finish this time, pressing my face against his chest. “You said we have thousands of days left. You promised.”

His lips pressed to the crown of my head. “Aye, I did even if it was foolish of me. I cannae control whether I stay or go, but no matter what comes, Sassenach, I willna have love of country spurring me on. Only the love of you.” His lips pressed to my temple now, his nose grazing down along my jaw.

It was an amendment to his original promise that I had to accept; and that night, I slept tucked into the crook of his arm, one hand resting on his chest so that I could fall asleep to the steady rhythm of his heart.

Our last Sunday morning together, we slept late, curled around one another, only to be woken by knocking on the door. Blearily, I stretched against Jamie as a quiet voice spoke through the door.

“Tu dois venir vite.” It was Suzette, one of the maids. “Il y a des nouvelles, monsieur Fraser.”

Sitting up, I looked over at him, creasing my forehead. “News? Of the business, perhaps?”

Jamie shook his head, unsure, and as informed as I was at the moment. “Perhaps, Sassenach.” He stood, then reached out a hand to me. “We’ll dress for breakfast, then go down.”

He repeated his words in French loudly enough that Suzette could hear through the door. Still, we took our time, touching and kissing and not getting much accomplished for another half-hour. When we finally made an appearance, no one was sitting in the dining room. We found Jared and Ian in the former’s home office. As soon as we walked into the room, the air changed to something charged; so full of tension that it could have been cut with a knife.

My hand reached for Jamie’s at the same moment he reached for me and spoke.

“What is it?” Jamie’s eyes narrowed as he studied his cousin.

Standing from his desk, Jared picked up the morning paper, staring at it for a few long moments before handing it over. I looked at Ian; he was sitting on the couch, leaning over with his head bowed. When I turned back to Jamie, his eyes were trained on the print in front of him, jaw clenched so hard I could see the vein in his temple. Frowning, I stepped closer in order to see the headline.

I thought I would vomit and meant to pull away sharply, but Jamie pulled me back fiercely, dropping the paper and pulling me against his chest. As he did, I glanced down at the fallen print, sagging against him as I read the bold letters.

War Declared by Britain and France.

A tear fell against my chin, and I didn’t know if it had come from him or me as we both tried to absorb the blow. I felt rather than saw Ian come close, standing beside Jamie.

“We need to go back before we have tae report. I need to see Jen.”

Jamie and I parted as he nodded, and as I looked at him, studied his face and eyes, I realized he looked older, suddenly; the weight of becoming a soldier in one sentence seeming to age him instantly. It was jarring, and it scared me in a way I couldn’t begin to wrap my mind around.

“Aye. We’ll return to Scotland right away, begin the journey this afternoon if we can.”

He reached for my hand, brow creasing as I held onto him, wanting to give in to the urge to let my knees buckle. He kissed my knuckles in quiet fortification before finishing his thought.

“And then we’ll go to war.”

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I reached the riverbank and sat, clutching an empty glass bottle that once held sweet dessert wine. I rolled a piece of paper tightly and shoved it into the glass, pushing a cork into the top. It was a fantasy, really, and more a way to finally find a way to say goodbye. Next year, the tenth since I’d lost him, I would begin trying to move on. But for now, I left simple instructions:

‘3rd of September, 1949. Come and find me, Jamie.’

If he was alive somewhere, I could give him that. One more year.

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[fraink5-writes]

From Darkness Into the Lantern Light - Chapter 9

We’ve finally reached Liyue Harbor--woooo!!

Thanks to @leio13​ for helping Zhongli and Childe’s journey get this far!

Summary: Once upon a time, there was a cold-hearted queen. Although the Tsaritsa, as she was called, possessed her own divinity, she coveted the powers of the other Archons. Aiming to steal the Geo Archon’s gnosis, she sent her strongest warriors to Liyue Harbor. But just when Rex Lapis was almost defeated, he escaped to another vessel, that of a powerless baby, and was swept away to a hidden tower for his protection.

Many years after the great fight, the young and ambitious Harbinger, Childe, arrives in Liyue to grant the Tsaritsa’s desire, but, on his search for the Geo Archon’s gnosis, he ends up tangled in a mysterious man’s dreams to see Liyue Harbor’s Lantern Rite.

This chapter can also be found on Ao3 here. Without further ado, please enjoy!

The sun peeked over the horizon, glazing over Ajax’s features in warm, golden light. Zhongli lightly poked his cheek. “Good morning, Ajax. It’s time to get up.”

Ajax groaned, rolled onto his back and finally opened his eyes. “G’morning.” Then he sprung up. “You’re right! We have to get going! We should have gotten through more of the plains yesterday…” He gritted his teeth.

“It’s all right. I enjoyed yesterday’s conversation.”

“No, it’s not! I absolutely won’t let you miss this—this is your dream, isn’t it?”

Zhongli smiled just a little. Seeing the lantern rite had always been his dream, but, now that he was close, his feet were heavy. If only he had a few more days…

Ajax, however, would not wait. “Come on, let’s go!” He waved, beckoning Zhongli as he started southward.

Zhongli hurried after Ajax. Any extra time would be wasted alone. If he could not buy time, he had to be sure to use it wisely. 

Ajax and Zhongli ducked through a large complex of ruins, avoiding any nefarious groups or monsters. After they had definitively steered clear of the millelith towers, they joined up with the main road again at the base of giant stairs. The two columns of stairs had such grandeur that Zhongli would have assumed they led directly to Liyue Harbor had Ajax not suggested otherwise. 

After three flights of stairs, there was a flat stretch with a couple of buildings and a prominent statue. The statue depicted a powerful but thoughtful figure. Although the man exuded the energy of a king, his features were obscured by a draping hood. As Zhongli studied the statue, his heart ached. He stared at his own empty palm as though he held his own cube. Perhaps the man in the statue was also looking for the answers to an unknown question.

“Zhongli?” Ajax’s fingers coiled gently around Zhongli’s left hand.

“Whose statue is that?”

For a moment, Ajax’s face was pensive in the silence. “That must be the god of this land.”

The god of this land?

Before Zhongli could ask another question, Ajax tugged his hand. “Come on! There’s an even better view right up ahead!” Zhongli cast one more nostalgic glance at the statue before letting Ajax drag him up more flights of stairs.

At the top of a cliff, Ajax gestured widely. “I present you… Liyue Harbor!”

Zhongli gasped. In front of him, the city of Liyue rose up like a stone staircase from the sea to the mountains. Its curved green and orange roofs glistened under the morning sun. In front stretched long wooden docks where dozens of boats with impressive sails bustled. The animated cries of people and birds drifted in the wind right to Zhongli’s heart. As he stood before the city’s grandeur, his earlier hesitation made way for the warm comfort and inexplicable pride which swelled in his chest.

A light squeeze on his hand pulled Zhongli from his feelings. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Ajax said. “But it’s even better up close!” He led Zhongli down the hill, but when they approached the bridge, he changed directions, going right into the hills. “Sorry, we can’t go through the main entrance. Not two suspicious figures like us.”

The city was almost tangible, kept out-of-reach only by Ajax’s gentle hand. Nevertheless, Zhongli followed him without objection on their improvised path around the city’s natural moat. Eventually, they came upon some ruins, at which point, Ajax led him down a stone path and across a wooden bridge.

"There—a perfect good-for-nothing!" Ajax exclaimed with a smirk. He pointed at a nearby millelith sitting atop a rock with a vacant stare. "Let's hurry!" With that, he and Zhongli darted past the millelith and a few other absentminded guards. 

When they stepped into a stone plaza, Zhongli halted. Between a curved colonnade and a bouldered wall, a tiled path snaked across a pond of lily pads. Tall stairways stretched in either direction by the entrance. 

Ajax made another large gesture. “Welcome to Liyue Harbor.”

But Zhongli’s excitement was quickly interrupted by a yank of his hair. He whipped around to see a mother consoling her crying child. “You have to be careful, honey.” She scooped up her child before stepping dramatically over Zhongli’s ponytail. A subtle frown surfaced on Zhongli’s face as he reeled in his hair.

“Don’t mind her, Zhongli.” Ajax nudged Zhongli softly. “Hold on, I have an idea. Let’s move somewhere less crowded first.” Taking Zhongli’s hand again, he pulled him up the staircase on the right. 

The stairs opened to another plaza, this one surrounded by towering buildings. Ajax pointed to an old woman by an unassuming table. She was watching over a cluster of pink and blue flowers. Ajax approached the table first. “Excuse me, madame, are you, by any chance, selling these flowers?”

“Oh, no.” The woman frowned. “I am just watching over them. But, if you would like, I can sell one to you.” She examined Ajax up and down. “Hmm… for you, I can give you a glaze lily for 5,000,000 mora.”

“What?!” Ajax jumped back. “No way! That’s ridiculous!”

“It’s not unreasonable at all.” Zhongli chimed in. “Glaze lilies are extremely rare in the wild. Nowadays they grow almost exclusively in Liyue Harbor.”

Ajax stared, his mouth agape.

“My, my.” The old woman smiled. “You are quite knowledgeable—oh.” She paused and looked at Zhongli pensively.

“Is something wrong, madame?” Zhongli asked.

“Oh, nothing.” She chuckled. “I was just noticing what remarkable amber eyes you have. They remind me of a friend of mine.” Her gaze was expectant.

“I’m sorry, but this is actually my first visit to Liyue Harbor.”

“Of course.” The tiny frown was quickly wiped off her face. “You see, I am a very old lady. My friend has actually been dead for years now.” She tended wistfully to a glaze lily.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Oh, don’t be. I’m happy to be reminded of the memory, and happy that such cultured people are coming to this old city. I suspect the glaze lilies will be blooming happily in the near future.” She picked the glaze lily from the grass and offered it to Zhongli. “Here, why don’t you take this as a gift? In honor of my friend.”

“Thank you.” Zhongli tentatively took the flower, a spell of dizziness washing over him.

“Hold on.” Ajax plucked the flower from Zhongli’s hand. “Wear it like this.” With light fingers, he tucked the glaze lily in Zhongli’s hair by his ear.

Zhongli clutched his now throbbing head. His vision faded in and out as he squinted at the floor. “I’m sorry, but… I think… I need to sit down… for a bit…”

“Of course.” Ajax wrapped his arm around Zhongli’s waist and guided him to a nearby ledge to sit. “Take as much time as you need. I’m going to finish up some business with that old lady, but I’ll be back shortly. Holler if you need me.”

Ajax left to go talk to the old woman. Despite the short distance, Zhongli couldn’t make out their conversation, which sounded vaguely like an argument. 

Zhongli’s focus was rapidly disappearing as though his thoughts were being dragged from reality. Invasive images crawled all over his brain, threatening to explode. 

“Zhongli?” Ajax’s voice pulled Zhongli from the scenes which nearly consumed him. Countless flowers were practically erupting from Ajax’s arms. “Are you feeling any better?”

“I’m sorry. I do not know what has come over me.”

“It’s alright.” Ajax sat down on the ledge next to Zhongli. “It’s your first time in such a populated area. It’s only natural to feel overwhelmed.” He unfastened the clip and tie in Zhongli’s hair. “Let’s just sit for a while.”

Zhongli nodded, but he feared what would happen to his mind if he continued to do nothing, yet, at the same time, he felt too weak to move. Sure enough, the moment he let his guard down, his headache flared up. He contorted.

“Shh… it’ll be okay.” Ajax whispered from somewhere behind Zhongli. “Just try to calm down.” His fingers began dancing lightly across Zhongli’s scalp. Then they pressed deeper into a tender massage. Their patterned movements eased the stress from Zhongli's skull. As Ajax’s hands gradually combed through the length of his hair, Zhongli closed his eyes, letting himself slip into an artificial bliss. He made a selfish wish: that for the rest of the day—their last day—he could forget what his body was trying so desperately to remember, that he could spend the rest of the day like this, with Ajax and without another care in the world.

“Done!” Ajax danced in front of Zhongli with a huge grin on his face. Zhongli cautiously reached back with one hand to examine Ajax’s handiwork. From the feeling of it, he had done up all of Zhongli’s hair into a giant braid with interspersed flowers. “That should deal with the length problem. If only you could see yourself right now!”

“Thank you.”

“Ah—sorry.” A deep blush had covered Ajax’s face. “I got carried away. Are you feeling any better now?”

“I’m feeling fine. Thank you.” Zhongli stood up with a little twirl, trying to catch a glimpse of the silk flowers and glaze lilies in his hair. "How did you get all these flowers, anyway?"

"That old lady turned out to be not so unreasonable after all! After a bit of bargaining, she gave them all away for free!"

"Perhaps we should return some of them."

"She said it was okay! More grow all around Yujing Terrace, anyway," Ajax grumbled.

"Liyue Harbor is one of the only places glaze lilies grow. I would love to see one."

"Let's find one of these rare flowers then!"

Zhongli and Ajax strolled along the grassy borders of the terrace until they spotted a blue flower.

"It's not even in bloom now…" Ajax looked apologetically at Zhongli.

"How surprising—glaze lilies are supposed to thrive in joyful and peaceful environments." Zhongli pursed his lips.

"The old lady implied something like that too... Hers looked fine. Maybe this one is just a dud."

"There is another way to make it bloom—singing."

Ajax's jaw dropped slightly. "Huh?"

"A pleasant tune should encourage it to open its petals." Zhongli lightly cupped the drooping flower in his hand and softly began a small tune he remembered from somewhere.

"Flower gleam and glow

Let your power shine"

The stem perked up. Rings of beryl and azure petals danced concentrically around a sunlike core. Warm traces of hazy memories wafted in its fragrance. Although it swayed happily in the reminiscent breeze, one dissonant wind would be enough to knock it over.

“Would you like to try? I’m certain we could find another closed blossom.”

“Ahaha… no thank you.” Ajax scratched behind his ear. “How about we have lunch? Unfortunately, the best eateries are on the other side of town at Chihu rock.”

“That shouldn’t pose a problem. ...Unless you are already hungry?”

“Nah, let’s take our time!” Ajax offered his hand, which Zhongli accepted. “When we get to the main street, keep your eyes open for any place you want to visit.”

The main street was a wide, stone boulevard ornamented with a canopy of colors: red bridges, orange leaves, yellow lanterns, green tiled roofs and the blue sky. Casual laughter and the calls of rickshaw drivers echoed up and down its length. To the left, a giant golden fan plastered above the doorway and a humble waitress beckoned guests.

“Which restaurant is this?” Zhongli asked.

"Oh that's Liuli Pavilion."

"Then that must be Xinyue Kiosk." Zhongli pointed to the building across with an equally ostentatious carp sign above its door.

"Yeah—how did you know that?"

"After you indicated this was Liuli Pavilion, it was a simple deduction. The two restaurants are well known as the flagships of Liyue's culinary traditions: the Li and Yue styles. The primary differences between the two styles are the approaches to flavor and the sources of the ingredients. The Li-style cuisine values rich flavors, and its ingredients come primarily from the mountains. On the contrary, the Yue-style cuisine prefers light flavors. The central ingredient to Yue-style dishes is seafood. The two traditions have been competing for centuries without a clear winner. In fact, the owner of the Liuli Pavilion purportedly established his restaurant across from the Xinyue Kiosk in order to compete directly."

Ajax nodded haltingly.

"Given this opportunity, I would greatly enjoy tasting both styles from the finest chefs in the nation."

"No can do—sorry! In order to even think about eating at one of these restaurants, you need a lot of money and a reservation half a year in advance."

"That is quite a shame. To think that the ordinary citizen cannot taste the peak of its culinary tradition."

Suddenly, Ajax’s face lit up with a grin. “Never mind those places.” He yanked Zhongli’s arm and began dragging him in the direction from which they came. “Come with me.” He pulled Zhongli up a flight of tucked away red stairs. “I would be a terrible guide if you only saw Liyue from the street level—” then another flight—”aaaand…” When they finally reached the top of the stairs, he gestured grandly at the store in front of them. “TADA!”

Zhongli’s breath stopped momentarily. Before him were tables and shelves stacked with innumerable books and scrolls.

“You like reading, don’t you?” Ajax nudged Zhongli’s side. “This is Wanwen Bookhouse. Why don’t you take a look around?”

Zhongli couldn’t pass up the opportunity, but he didn’t know where to begin: the highlighted selection of the Lantern Rite, the selection of books on Liyue Harbor, the books on other regions Zhongli might have passed through on his journey with Ajax or even the tiny self devoted to books on Snezhnaya, Ajax’s homeland? Zhongli decided to skim through the shelves in that order. Although he was an avid book reader, many of the titles in the store were unfamiliar. He made note of their titles with the hope of returning to them at a later time. By the time he reached the Snezhnayan section, whose books all had ominous titles, Zhongli’s list had racked up at least 100 titles. He figured it would be better to ask Ajax about Snezhnaya, however.

When Zhongli found Ajax, hiding in a corner out of the shopkeeper’s view, his nose was deep in a book: Rex Incognito. Zhongli immediately added the book tothe list of unknown titles to investigate. “What are you reading, Ajax?” Zhongli whispered, hesitant to interrupt Ajax’s concentration.

“Oh, this?” Ajax glanced up. “It’s about an antiques shop owner trying to sell a jade plaque to a skeptical customer.”

“I was under the impression you aren’t interested in such stories.”

“You’re right; I’m not.” Ajax snapped the book closed. “What about you? Did you find anything you want to buy?”

“Yes, in fact, there are so many books here that I have yet to read—” Zhongli sighed—”But it would be impossible to buy even one of them.”

“I can buy them.”

“Thank you, I appreciate the offer; however, I can’t bring such evidence back home with me.”

“Ah…” Ajax frowned briefly. “Shall we get going then?”

Zhongli and Ajax crossed a bridge into another system of elevated walkways. Other couples dotted the path, just chatting and appreciating the view. Zhongli lightly tugged the sleeve of the fast-paced Ajax. “Look.” Zhongli gestured at the sea which stretched out below them.

“It’s a great view, isn’t it?” Ajax leaned against the railing next to Zhongli. “So many colors. The view in Snezhnaya is nothing like this. It’s all white. It’s a great backdrop though.” He grinned.

“Do you miss it, your home?” Zhongli thoughtlessly wrapped his arm around Ajax’s waist.

“Yeah… Of course. There isn’t a moment where I’m not thinking of it. But it isn’t so bad. I’m used to travelling a lot. And I love the adventure! And, you know, my siblings also like it when I send them back souvenirs.” Ajax laughed to himself. “What about you, Zhongli?”

Zhongli stared silently out at the scene before him: the rhythmic maritime traffic, the steady ripple of the sea, the light blanket of grass atop the rocky hills, and the endless cobalt sky. The caress of the ocean breeze, the calls of merchants, and the scents of imported spices embraced Zhongli. But it was impossible for him to disregard the chains of his obligations. “I don’t know,” he muttered. “No, actually, I—” Although he was so far away, he felt the stifled air of his tower in his throat, choking him. “I should head back soon.”

“What are you saying?” Ajax laughed. “We only just got here.” His hand slid around to Zhongli’s waist and held him in place. 

Zhongli let himself smile just a bit. Even if the sounds, scenery and even time faded to white noise, at that moment, Zhongli felt extremely present. He was at home.

Ajax entertained Zhongli with stories of the many landscapes he had seen on his adventures until he was interrupted by the grumble of his own stomach. “Ahaha, we should find a restaurant, shouldn’t we?”

Taking each other’s hands, Zhongli and Ajax raced across the stairs and elevated platforms, dipping and ducking out of the eyesight of guards. Even when they reached the street again, they didn’t stop, not until they had made it across a wooden bridge. “Welcome to the heart of Liyue Harbor: Chihu Rock.” 

Chihu Rock did not possess the same grandeur as the other parts of the city Zhongli had seen. The streets were narrower, and the buildings, with their wooden frames and blue tiles, were more compact. But in place of opulence, it was overflowing with energy. Potted flowers and fiery leaves danced as the wind glided from one storefront to another, picking up delicious fragrances as it went. Water bubbled in fountains and skipped through street-side canals. People filled every empty spot, chatting at restaurants and bargaining with vendors.

Upon arriving in Chihu Rock, it was not difficult to find the restaurant they were seeking, Third-Round Knockout, situated right by the fountain plaza. They sat at a table by the story-teller and ordered the legendary fermented rice balls. 

“And now, let us hear the story of the Yaksha, whose flute you might hear tonight during the Lantern Rite,” the storyteller began. The ensuing story was extremely disturbing, and it lured out Zhongli’s earlier headache. As a result, he decided early on to tune it out.

Conversely, Ajax, his chin resting in his hands, was completely enthralled in the action story. His lips wore a permanent grin, except for the occasional muted gasp. His focused eyes sparkled as if the sun of a distant story world shone within them. 

So engaged was Ajax that he didn’t even notice lunch’s arrival until Zhongli gasped. How closely they resembled Xu Liushi’s description: compact rice-ball islands in a sea of wine.

“Woah.” Ajax blurted when he finally looked down. “I think that’s pushing the definition of ‘fermented.’”

“It’s little surprise this tavern has built up a reputation.” To Zhongli, that could only be a good thing. A restaurant with a poor image would not survive, especially not without an official name. He dipped his chopsticks into the bowl without hesitation. The sweetness of the rice balls perfectly balanced the bitterness of the wine. Of course, the wine itself possessed a subtle mix of flavors that it would be pleasant to drink alone. 

As Zhongli savored the piquant interplay of tastes on his tongue, Ajax stared reluctantly at the bowl before him. His right hand twitched. 

“Ajax?”

Ajax laughed softly. “Busted again, huh? I wonder if they have spoons here...”

“Let me help you.” Zhongli stood up with the same determination from the morning before. He stepped behind Ajax and, leaning over slightly, steadied the chopsticks in his hand. “Hold it like this instead.” Each word fell warmly on Ajax’s neck as Zhongli urged his fingers into the right positions. “The trick is to only lift the top chopstick.” He opened and closed the chopsticks with a squeeze.

“Okay, I get it,” Ajax said hastily, but when he attempted to pick up some rice, his grip slipped with the top chopstick dipping into the wine and the bottom falling from position. He scrambled to right them. “It’s fine, okay? That was just bad luck.” Despite his confident claims, he fumbled through his second effort. And his third.

“Your grip—”

“‘Needs to be firmer’—I know! I just can’t focus.” 

Zhongli had been so concentrated on Ajax’s hand that he had failed to notice the vermillion glow of his face. “I’m sorry.” With a faint burning sensation tingling on his own cheeks, Zhongli retreated to his own seat. “Shall I ask the waitress to bring a spoon?”

“No way!” Ajax pouted, his gaze fixated on his chopsticks. “As with any weapon, I’m going to master this.”

“A hero who wields chopsticks? That would, indeed, give your name much renown.”

Ajax’s laugh rang out. “Just watch.” 

Sure enough, as he ate, Ajax’s grip improved, and gradually the amount of rice that fell back into the bowl decreased as did the intensity of his focus. By the end of the meal, they had resumed a pleasant conversation.

After they enjoyed their meal at Third-Round Knockout, Zhongli and Ajax hurried to meet Suling’s cousin, Master Zhang, at Hanfeng’s Ironmongers (“If we get there too late, he won’t be able forge you a quality polearm,” according to Ajax), then they meandered around Chihu Rock, stopping by a toy seller, and finally, they ended up at the docks. Zhongli had promised Ajax that he would handle all the dealings with the Millelith. So, while Zhongli, dragon kite in hand, talked to the soldier named Yong’an, Ajax hid inconspicuously amongst the crowd. But no amount of hiding could keep the three cats from finding him. 

Then, once Ajax had seemingly adjusted to the playful scratching of the cats, he was surrounded by three children.

"Mister." a bespectacled boy pointed at Ajax. "Are you a pirate?"

Ajax blinked. "A pirate?"

Zhongli, who had been holding the attention of the millelith with a fascinating discussion of trade at the docks, quickly said goodbye and maneuvered closer to Ajax as discreetly as possible.

Another boy, this one in a hat, chimed in, "Lulu said that she saw your portrait being carried by a soldier who was talking about Captain Beidou!"

"Mm, mmm." The girl, Lulu, nodded eagerly.

Zhongli tensed up. He inched towards Ajax in case they needed to escape. Before resorting to such a desperate reaction, he fielded a question of his own, "You know Captain Beidou?"

"Mmhmm!"

"Captain Beidou is the coolest pirate ever!"

"Whenever she comes to Liyue Harbor, she always plays with us."

"She was here just earlier."

"But she said she was busy…"

"Will you play with us, Mister Pirate?"

The three children stared at Ajax with wide eyes. Ajax threw on a toothy grin. “Arr, I’ll play wit ye! But, ye should know, I’m not a part of Captain Beidou’s crew.”

“You’re not…?”

“No, mateys! Me sails with the Cygnus Fleet!”

The children passed glances amongst each other before Lulu announced, “We’ve never heard of it.”

“Arr, not yet! But ye will! One day the Cygnus Fleet will surpass even Captain Beidou’s Crux Fleet!”

The children gasped with varying degrees of acceptance.

“Are you the captain, Mister Pirate?”

“Me? No. The Captain’s sent me to spread his name far and wide while he searches the seas for recruits.”

“But you’ll play with us?”

“Arr, a pirate always keeps his word. But, ye best be careful—ye ne’er know what a pirate may take!”

The boy with glasses pouted. “Are you one of the bad pirates?”

“Captain Beidou would never take from us kids,” the other boy added on.

“Avast! What should ya have me do, mateys?”

“Hmm…” Lulu conferred with her friends before answering, “How about, cleaning?”

“Aye aye! But, be careful what ye wish for.” Ajax’s voice dropped to a serious tone. “By the time this ship is finished, it’ll be so clean it’ll look like me plundered the whole thing!”

“Yay!” All the children cheered. They led Ajax to their ship and handed him a broom, which quickly came to serve many other jobs besides a simple sweeper, including a makeshift peg leg and a polearm for fending off imaginary, bad pirates. 

Ajax moved about the ship so gracefully and so playfully that Zhongli found it near impossible to imagine that he had a malicious bone in his body. Despite his affected pirate accent, each laugh chimed naturally like a bell in a gentle breeze. Rays of sun illuminated his smiling face and cast away the darkness that had lingered in the depths of his eyes. Although neither a pirate nor a Liyuean, Ajax appeared right at home. 

“Avast! Look at the time!” Ajax called out when the sun was low on the horizon. “Shouldn’t ye be headin’ home, mateys?”

The kids nodded their heads with reluctance. “Will you be back soon to play more?” Lulu asked. All three children peered up at him with fragile hope glimmering in their large eyes.

“I don’t know.” Ajax frowned. “A pirate’s heart belongs to the sea. He knows not where the tides may take him.”

Although the children also frowned, they seemed to accept Ajax’s reason as they soon left, calling out their bye-byes.

“Zhongli!” Ajax scrambled over to where Zhongli had been waiting and squeezed his hands. “I’m sorry to have left you alone for so long—but I still have a few more things to do. Do you—”

“Go ahead. I don’t mind.” 

“I’ll be really quick.” Ajax flashed a smile, but his eyes betrayed his regrets. His hands lingered in place.

“You should have more than enough time before the lanterns if you actually start now.”

“Right.” Ajax squeezed Zhongli’s hands again before taking off. “I’ll be right back!”

Time… The sun was a similar height in the sky as when Zhongli and Ajax set out that morning. They had had a quite full day, but was their time spent wisely? What would happen after nightfall? The next morning? Zhongli watched mournfully as the sun slowly descended towards that uncertain horizon.

#Genshin Impact #Chili #Zhongli #Childe

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The good Villain - 8

Based on the prompt “You’re the villain and you know that you just want the ‘good guys’ to understand why”

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader Content: Mission with all it entails: violence, killing, gore, angst. We also have a bit of fluff going on at some point though it’s paired with a neat scoop of denial. And much more! A/N: Busy day today! Gonna attend a wedding that’s been 20 years in the waiting or so, and it’s Superbowl night which is always fun…though it’s more for the company for me. Thanks for all the loving, reblogs, and likes!

Chapter 8

…   Reader   …

He was everywhere you went. Not just the meetings where you and the Avengers put your heads together in an effort to intensify the search for the last Leech but also when you were going to the kitchen or even at night, Loki would either already be there or appear shortly after. One day Romanoff showed you the gym with all its equipment begging to be used and it took less than an hour before the Asgardian revealed the library, telling you how you could normally find him there.

At first you suspected he was guarding you due to lack of trust. You may not have been a prisoner anymore, there was no cell at least, but you were still a stranger disrupting the natural balance in a group vital to this planet. As time passed, however, and you spent time on scouting missions and at the team’s base it became evident that his reasoning was personal.

This theory was solidified the day Banner announced to have found a potential suspect.

Together with Stark and Romanoff, he had created a series of algorithms scouring the digital records of Terrans within a certain area to compare medical data, and social media, plus changes in their behavioural patterns. The metal-armed Barnes and his friend with the shield had left to verify the suspicion before you were notified.

All you could do was wait. The moment they returned, you confronted them.

…

“Another restless night?” Loki’s voice is a clear chime calling you back to reality gently.

Swinging down from the bar to land on the floor, you shake your limbs out after the exercises without worthying him an answer. Just go. Of course, he does not leave, choosing instead to draw nearer.

Plopping onto a bench along the wall, you feel the restlessness return as an itch in your legs and a chest full of knots of worry. Tomorrow. You have stopped counting the time spent hunting the monsters that killed your crew – your friends – a long time ago. One goal. One all-consuming mission culminating with a plan that you have gotten approved by the Captain. Tomorrow. By this time tomorrow, your hunt will be over. I should be relieved, but I am not.

As if reading your mind, Loki nudges you gently back to the present. “Do not worry, my pet.” He sits down next to you, calm and cool. “Everything will go well…the plan is good.”

“I know.” Being near to him soothes your nerves if only a little.

“Then you can clear your name, live your life.” There is an edge to his voice which you cannot place. “Regain your honour.”

“No.” You can see the answer startles him. “I will return, but not to clear my name.”

“You are innocent! You may have escaped prison, but you got justice fo-“

“Justice?” You barely contain the sarcastic laughter as you round on him. “Do not pretend to think this ever was about justice or honour! It was revenge and nothing more! The leeches are simply a species doing what they must whereas I was the one who brought my crew in danger…th- hrm…the one who brought their end upon them.” Ignoring his protests, you carry on, unable to stop despite a breaking voice now you have started talking. “I shall return home…face the Elders and accept my punishment with peace in my heart.” Fists balled and body shaking, restlessness has morphed through anger into determination.

“You’ve nothing to atone for!” he cries out, a cold hand grasping yours and sending (not unpleasant) shivers along your spine, “y- ‘tis time for you to live.”

“That is not your decision…and why do you even care?”

From what you have learned about the smooth-talking God of Mischief, the sight of him sitting there with his mouth ajar yet nothing to say is rare. A soft blush paints the pale face even as he gathers his wits once more. “At least stay for the celebration. The uh they always mark a successful completion of a mission with a party.”

You hesitate, knowing that it will only be postponing the inevitable. Still, a little chip of your heart is urging you to accept the offer. One night of freedom. Looking down, you realize his hand has not moved but that at some point you have returned the gesture by wrapping your fingers around his. Oh. Gingerly, perhaps not to appear rude, you free yourself from the connection and start to leave.

“…[Y/N]…?”

Why do I hesitate? Maybe the question is unnecessary if only you would accept a new feeling inside your chest. “Fine, I will participate in the revels.”

 …   Loki   …

It is a dreary morning with grey clouds hanging low over the city, shielding it from the beginning day at least until the sun eventually would gain enough power to evaporate the layer. For now, however, it also served as a natural softener of all sounds as the mismatch tea of Midgardians, Asgardians, and a Betan move towards the house in the suburbs.

The entrance is swift and quiet. In groups of two or three, they move from room to room. Loki is among those covering the ground floor and it allows him to see the father of the family rounding on Barnes who only keeps a safe distance between them thanks to a strong hold with the metal arm. By the Norns! What they had expected to be a docile civilian opens his mouth further than humanly possible to reveal a black nothingness where teeth and tongue should have been. A strange sound of air being sucked picks up for a second before a shimmering metal rod flies past Barnes’ face and into the gaping mouth, effectively killing the not-so-human man.

“What…the fuck?!” Barnes’ is clearly shaken as he stares at the corpse.

Everyone else is looking to [Y/N] who steps over to retrieve her weapon.

“Leech.” She wipes off the blood on the dead’s pants with a sigh. “Once the soul is completely gone the feeding Leech can choose to either let the corpse die naturally…or they can multiply by inserting a shard of themselves.”

“So…the others?” Rogers might both be referring to the former victims of the Leeches as well as the rest of the family.

“Doubt it,” [Y/N] shrugs, “does not seem to be possible several times in a row…”

There is a soft sound over the com in Loki’s ear and he knows everyone on the team hears it too when Natasha speaks. “Eyes on kids and mother upstairs, left off the stairs.”

“On my way,” the Betan responds before continuing to the three males around her, “get this one on there.” She motions to the couch.

Rather than helping them, Loki hurries after [Y/N].

Upstairs, the sight is differently gruesome with three Avengers’ weapons trained on a girl of maybe six years and her mother who is cradling a baby in her arms – a clearly lifeless child though the woman does not seem to have noticed neither that nor the intruders. In fact, only the little girl appears to be aware of anything. Blond curls, rosy cheeks, dead eyes staring at the strangers.

“You gotta be kiddin’ me,” Stark groans, “it’s the kid?”

“Of course…no one mistrusts a youngling. They can get close enough to feed.” The hollow voice of the Betan does nothing to resolve the tension, and it is possible to see Barton’s bow tremble.

Stark simply powers down the weapons imbedded in the suit’s gloves. “I…I can’t do it.”

“Go downstairs,” Natasha offers, “you too, Clint.”

…

Grim faces on everyone. Gathered in the living room, they have placed the entire family in the couch – three of them with lethal wounds as proof of the closest thing to mercy the Betan could grant. Now she is rummaging through the kitchen while the others try to come to terms with what has happened. Words unspoken, yet most of the Avengers clearly shaken.

“Let’s get outta here,” Stark croaks, “clean-up’s coming to deal with…this.” The half-hearted wave of his hand encompasses the entire situation.

The Betan returns with several bottles of flammable liquids and all the paper around. “No rush…”

She barely gets time to open the cleaning alcohol before the remedies are snatched from her by the Captain. “Not this time.”

“We have to.”

“I said no.”

“But in a mo-“

“No!”

Ignoring the order, [Y/N] tries to bypass him only to be shoved backwards into Loki’s arms that instinctively wrap around her. “Not this time, pet, let them do this the Midgardian way.”

Suddenly, he has to fight to hold her back as a panicked anger takes over her mind. Curses and warnings become garbled as she screams out the frustrations, and the rage only subsides once Loki has managed to drag her outside though the woman does not relax. Eyes trained on the door. Body taught and shivering against his chest.

“It’s okay, pet,” he soothes, “it’s over. You can let go of it.”

“Not yet…not over yet…”

As if to prove her right a gun goes off inside. Once. Twice. Moments later smoke begins to billow, herding out Thor, Stark, Clint, Rogers, Romanoff, and Barnes.

“The…the father…” the metal-suited man explains, “he…woke up? He started moving…”

Flames are licking against the windows now and it is possible to feel the heat already. Finally, with a deep sigh, [Y/N] relaxes against the Asgardian’s chest, allowing the years of stress to be replaced with a bone-deep exhaustion.

She is asleep in his embrace by the time they return.

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